Ode to Jason

Well, one of the Johnsons has officially hit the ‘mid-thirties’ mark. It’s all downhill from here, I suppose. We were talking last night and J said, ‘we’re Mike and Carrie’s age, when we first met them.’ It’s true. When we met our friends who were then in their mid-thirties, we were just young pups in our ‘mid-twenties.’ And now WE’RE the ‘old’ people who have friends still in their twenties.

Unfortunately I don’t have any of the classic Jason Johnson photos available digitally. Like the one of him climbing up a pole in high school, wearing a mullet and a midriff-baring shirt. Or his senior photo with the same mullet, wearing a pink (err, red) shirt, earnestly resting his face upon his fist – displaying that blue and gold class ring ‘just so.’

And I didn’t have a camera ready when he showed up for our first date wearing forest green pants, blue Nike high tops and a paisley shirt. And I failed to capture those infamous mustard colored pants which were pegged with great care.

Though his tastes and style of dress have changed over the years that I’ve known him, the five cornerstones of Jason Johnson-ness have remained intact:

Humor: Whether Far Side or Jack Handy, Seinfeld or Arrested Development, (or The Big Lebowski), the man loves a laugh and loves to quote a laugh. Always has, always will.

Shoes: Whether weird blue Nike high tops or forest green Pumas with red trim, he loves sneakers. We have polar opposite taste in shoes and it’s the one thing I don’t even try to buy for him.

T-shirts: When our courtship started he was wearing ‘This Man is Dead’ and ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ t-shirts. Over the years the shirts, proclaiming ‘Undiscovered Superstar’ or bearing the likeness of B.A. from the A-team, have gotten more sophisticated. I try to throw them out, but he cries ‘Golden Boy’ and I lose the battle every time.

Hair: Mullet (luckily I didn’t know him then); Frat boy/Soccer player hair; Buzz cut; Shaved head and Faux-hawk/Gentleman’s Mohawk. He’s strangely particular about his hair. Rumor has it he used to blow-dry it in high school. Well, that makes one of us.

Spanish Music: Gipsy Kings, Los Fabulosos Cadillacs, Vilma Palma E Vampiros Luis Perales. He has Latin tastes, even if he can’t bust a Latin move. [Be sure to watch the youtube video at least to the chorus; those girls on stage dancing their little hearts out deserve it. Plus, it’s a song about t-r-a-n-s-v-e-s-t-i-t-e-s, how could you not?]

He’s also amazing with our babies. Not many men would survive being a stay at home dad (for ten weeks) to a newborn. Of course, not many newborns would be subjected to televised soccer matches while a fan’s blowing on them, either.

3 thoughts on “Ode to Jason

  1. Blue Suede Nikes, bad hair and songs about transvestites, that’s what makes me such a good influence on the little ones, I smell therapy someday for them. Seriously though you can’t get this kind of personalization at hallmark. Best card ever (Full Stop as they say in the old country).
    Love you .

  2. I hope you guys are still friends with Mike and Carrie; always a good tactic to stand near older folks to remind others of how young you are. Speaking of which: when are you guys in town next?

    Happy B-Day JSJ…

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