Oh Lordy, where do I begin with my dear friend, Aaron?
He strutted to San Francisco and into my life a year and a half ago, and my life has been more colorful ever since. When you are introduced to a friend's friend, you expect there to be some kind of grace period, a time that has to pass before you create a bond, and are able to call them your friend too. Not with Aaron. It was instant. He was Amy's friend who had just moved here from San Diego, and we all decided to meet up at Barracuda's for sushi and dollar sake. By the 8th round of sake (hey! don't judge, they were only a dollar!!) we were already in each other's future weddings. There have been too many escapades since that night to count, (but never, ever have I ordered another eight rounds of dollar sake...not a good idea) but I get a little thrill whenever we meet up because he always has this devilish look in his eye, and I know it's gunna lead to something good!