Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Meme of firsts

Straight-up stolen from Lass.

1. Who was your first prom date?

David F. And he was only a sophomore! The scandal!

2. Do you still talk to your first love?

No, but we are close personal Facebook friends. I know what his baby looks like.

And while we're on the subject: Does anyone else think it's weird the way that everyone in the Facebooks puts up profile pictures of their kids, instead of themselves? I mean, don't get me wrong, I really do want to see the cute baby pictures. And I'm sure if I ever have a kid I will do the exact same thing. But there is something about the identity erasing of it that gives me a little chill.

3. What was your first alcoholic drink?

First sip: Dad's beer, perhaps age 5.
First full drink: Champagne at family Christmas parties, sanctioned by the parents. Age 12?
Next full drinks: Stolen from the parents' liquor cabinet, mixed in questionable ways (for example: bourbon, vodka, and lemonade! yum!), and consumed with my friend Barb in a tree outside my house in the dead of night. Age 14.

4. What was your first job?

Being Chuck E. Cheese. In the mouse suit. Dancing. Yep.

5. What was your first car?

A 1992 Nissan Sentra. It was used, but I still can't believe they gave me a car that new. I'm now on car #2, a 1998 Nissan Sentra.

6. Who was the first person to text you today?

Wow, I read that as "speak to you," even though "text you" is nowhere close, which should tell you a lot about me and texting. I.e., it does't happen. I actually did get a text today, though, from AT&T Mobility. They changed my account password for me. Pretty exciting, no?

7. Who is the first person you thought of this morning?
Well, Mr. Awesome. He was right there. Unless you count Neko the cat, who was right on top of me and therefore first in my thoughts.

8. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Sims. She was scary. I don't remember her ever smiling.

9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
When I was about 3 weeks old, to my aunt's wedding. But I was 15 by the time of the first one I remember, from Montgomery, AL to JFK.

10. Who was your first best friend, and are you still friends with him/her?
Mary B., and sadly, no. I moved away after middle school, and I think we lived pretty different lives. I heard she got married right out of high school and is doing well.

On a happier note, I am still friends with Lula, who I've known since second grade and became best friends with--when? Seventh grade? She was more popular than me earlier on. Mary B. and I were still playing pretend games out in the woods while Lula and her crew had moved on to more adult pursuits, such as collecting Poochie stationery.

11. What was your first sport played?
When I was a kid, it was all soccer, all the time.

12. Where was your first sleepover?
I have no clue, but the ones I remember best were at Lula's house. Her mom let us watch terrifying movies such as The Lost Boys. It was good times.

13. Who was the first person you talked to today?
Still Mr. Awesome, although I did first tell Neko to get the hell off of me.

14. Whose wedding were you in the first time?
Um . . . I think Clare's wedding was first? Yes, Clare's wedding in Baltimore.

15. What was the first thing you did this morning?
Grumbled. I've had a cold on and off (mostly on) for nearly a month and it's starting to piss me off.

16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
I say different things to this question at different times, because I don't really remember. Maybe the Beach Boys, after a Birmingham Barons minor league baseball game? But probably one of the bluegrass festivals we went to with my dad. If that counts as a concert.

17. What was your first tattoo or piercing?
One time in high school, my parents saw a tattooed girl on the cover of my Sassy magazine. Or maybe she had an eyebrow piercing. Anyway, they told me that if I ever got tattooed or pierced anywhere except my ears, they were going to drain my college fund on cocaine, booze and whores. (Okay, if you're going to be a stickler for the facts, they just said they wouldn't pay for college. I'm trying to keep things interesting for you, is all.)

So I didn't get tattooed. Even after the college thing was a moot point, I never felt confident enough about any one tattoo design to be able to commit to it. And now, being an old person, I probably will never get one. As a minor act of rebellion in my sophomore year of high school, I did pierce a total of about 13 holes in my ears. I've since let them all grow back except for the original two.

18. What was the first foreign country you went to?
The UK.

19. What was your first run-in with the law?
I try to stay clear of the po-po. But here is a po-po story for you: One time, during a bachelorette party here in sunny Seattle, about 15 of us girls crammed into some guy's convertible on our way to the next bar. The guy got pulled over, and it turned out he had a breathalizer thingy in his car, and also he was driving without a license, and, well, it probably wasn't the best idea for him to be cramming all of those girls into his car, seatbelt-free.

My friend Tara and I ended up in the back of the cop car, and the cop told us his sad life story about how he didn't really want to be a cop, and he hoped his kids could aspire to something better, and he got married too young. Then he dropped us off at the next bar, and we went on our merry way.

20. When was your first detention?
I was always in detention in high school, mostly for tardiness. My carpool was the problem more often than I was (she HAD to stop at Burger King for a croissanwich or there was hell to pay), but I wasn't in any great rush to get to school either. Thus, detention.

21. What was the first state you lived in?
Alabama. Just those first 18 years.

22. Who was the first person to break your heart?
Chris U., grade 6, when he told me that he had been "just kidding" when he asked me to go with him. "JUST KIDDING"?! What the hell is that?

To this day, I am outraged at the injustice of it.

23. Who was your first roommate?
My first college roommate was a very nice African American girl who left our mostly white college after just a couple of months. Hard to blame her. I wonder what happened to her.

My next roommate was a Kappa Delta named Corinne, who I loved. She made door decs (that's short for "decoration," for anyone not initiated into the slang of the Greek system) for me and my friends that had the Greek letters "GDI" on them ("God Damn Independent"). She was awesome. Corinne, call me!

24. Where did you go on your first limo ride?
I think to a Mardi Gras ball. I've been in a limo like twice, both times in New Orleans.


Librarian Girl said...

Wow, such dedication to the Nissan Sentra. Who knew?

Cate said...

Hey! Thanks for visiting my blog a while back and leaving such a nice comment. I agree, of course! Your blog is quite entertaining -- your words/world remind me of what I love best about Seattle and make me feel a bit nostalgic. But I think we'll move back there for a time while Esther is a teenager so that she can feel that the world is bigger than our tiny village, so I know there is time in my life yet to enjoy both ultra-urban and really rural. Take care! Cate

french panic said...

Re #2: I think it is more than weird that people put their children in their profile pictures on facebook. Sonogram pictures of the in utero are also disturbing. As are the pictures of the people with their husband/wife /partner.

Same with folks in their wedding gear.

It makes me think that their lives have somehow stopped and they can't think of themselves as separate unique individuals anymore, which is incredibly disturbing.

Why are you so sure you will do the exact same thing if you have a kid? Lots of moms still retain their individuality. Of course, lots of formerly intelligent women also turn into cooing idiots once they give birth. I suppose it's impossible to predict if you will be a simpering fool or a cool strong mama until it happens....