An Apron For Gary

What? An Apron for Gary - what the hell is that? I’ll tell you what that is. It’s about the worst, most boring title for a blog post ever. I went to Florida for inspiration, and that’s the best I could come up with? I spent over a thousand bucks for An Apron for Gary? Don’t get me wrong, there certainly was some recreational value to the trip, but creatively it seems to have been a bust. I have to be upfront. It started out so promising, but then there was the Titusville fiasco, and well, it just went downhill from there. I’m still recovering.

And if you’re wondering, there really is a post that goes with the title, but I’m not going to bore you with it. I have standards. The “apron” is not a euphemism. There’s nothing sexual about it. There’s not anything even particularly amusing about it. It’s about a freakin’ apron for Chrissakes, and some guy, who I don’t even know, named Gary. This seems to be a new low.

And I’m writing this while sitting in the airport in Minneapolis on my way home. Good Lord!

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Okay, time for Our Duncan Funk Song of the Day, and I guess I thought of Snow Patrol because of all the snow piled up here at the airport.

Title: The Planets Bend Between Us
Artist: Snow Patrol