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GETTING HUC’ING STARTED!

I have a hard time sitting still. Especially when I am excited about something – like a puppy waiting for a treat. So, naturally, I was dying to move forward. After the idea manifested itself, and meeting my future soul mate, Sarah, I was ready to start putting pen to paper. Knowing little to nothing (later I would learn that “nothing” was closer to the reality) about building an app, I started with the first logical step I could think of from my experience in building websites and other such life experiences – the wireframe. It started as some rough…

WHAT’S IN A HUC’ING NAME?

As strange as it seems, my entire life, I wanted to make a word up. I wanted to create a word or phrase that everyone used and I could feel proud that it was my brainchild. So, I decided to make this app my opportunity to do so. I wanted to tap the market and make my brand become the true moniker of the concept itself – like Google or Uber. No one wants to be Bing or Lyft. Well, financially, yes, but bear with me. No one says “Go Bing that.” or “I’m going to Yahoo Search it.” If…

HUC’ING FATE

Who accepts an invitation from an ex  to go hang out and bar hop? (…different ex…#foreveralone …I promise the next post will not involve me and a break up) *2 thumbs pointing at myself* This girl! Well, in this case, the end result was actually pretty darn great… It was a Friday night and the drinks were flowing. We found ourselves strolling into a local bar where nothing but bad decisions are made on a minute by minute basis. The ex sees his buddy and proceeds to engage in the typical “bro” rituals, leaving me to fend for myself…introduce Sarah……

THE BIG HUC’ING IDEA

huc was born in a Mexican tapas restaurant during brunch on another beautiful Florida Sunday in August. Fresh off of a break up, my friend decided I needed one of their cravable frozen strawberry margaritas that I had introduced him to a few weeks earlier. As we sipped the amazingness in a glass, he could see I was still a little overwhelmed. “Let’s get massages!”, he suggested (probably more for him than me – I mean, who doesn’t love a massage…). I asked if he thought there were any places open on a Sunday, and if any of them would…