I’ve had way too many in my lifetime – Jerms, Germ, J-Dawg, J-Flex, J-Money, Howard, Howie, Hoppa, Yourmeaho (that is my Hebrew name…I butchered the spelling), Jezza, J-How, and probably lots more behind my back. Quite frankly, I love them, all of them. Each one holds a special place in my heart. Even my brother’s nickname for my serve in tennis “the Jeremy serve” is special to me. If only because I know it comes from a place of jealousy, because we both know my serve is superior to his. But it’s not really his fault he is only 5’5, yet I digress. Here are some of my favorite nicknames and the backstory…
#1 – “GAR” Really the impetus for this entire post, calling one of our friends Gar is pretty much my favorite thing to do, ever. Holiday party, 2006. Nice little get together, probably about 25 people or so at the peak. I may or may not have fed one of our friends, who I’ll call Linda, a bit too much red wine (Ed & Sarah, I do apologize for bringing red wine to your white carpeted apartment, I never got that memo). Well, towards the end of the night Linda’s brother spotted her from outside making out pretty effing heavily with a friends little brother. Appropriately, he screamed, “GET A ROOM”. Hence, Gar. We still call her that. In fact, a postscript to the story is at a hungover brunch about a year ago, a friend of the family thought Linda’s mom should know why we call her Gar. Great stuff.
#2 “Sophistication Station” At summer camp about a decade ago, one of our friends was a few years our elder, and thus a few years wiser. There is no way he was more sophisticated though. I think we were going for that ironical thing, like when a 6’7 350 pound dude gets called “Tiny.” Anyway, he did quite well with the ladies that summer, hence the nickname.
#3 – “Ian” Not a nickname, I know. About 8 or 9 summers ago our camp staff all got some soccer t-shirts made, and we all could pick our own name for the back. I chose “Maverick,” since Top Gun was a big movie that summer and Tom Cruise was not yet a crazy scientologist. Of course there was “Station”. One of our friends, named Ian, went with “Ian.” Not very clever. But at least he finally made the blog.