1. Who was your FIRST date?
Seriously, I have no idea. I’m gonna say it was Paul G. with whom I was madly in love. He had this blonde hair that was NOT to be touched (was his pride and joy) and he really had no personality but for some reason, I adored him. I have a suspicion he went on to be gay. (Blame that NOT on me!)
2. Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
I’ve googled the aforementioned Paul G. but can’t find anyone that fits what I remember of him. And I doubt I’d even have anything to say other than “Hi! Remember me?” So, no.
3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Probably what my dad drank: Seven and Seven. I know it wasn’t Boone’s Farm Tickle Pink. heh
4. What was your FIRST job?
I worked at a fast food place and often got in trouble for eating the french fries. That was like putting the proverbial kid in a candy store. I LOVED french fries with every fiber of my being at that time. Suffice to say, I did not have the requisite customer service skills to make me a stellar counter chick. I was snarky even at 16.
5. What was your FIRST car?
HA! It was the family station wagon (bought to tote dad’s wheelchair around) which had this hideous brown paneling on the side and an AM radio. Yes, I jammed to AM radio on the way to school. Is that this generation’s equivalent of “I had to walk 10 miles in the snow to school” complaint? Andy Gibb 4-evah!
6. Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
I went to London in my sophmore year of high school and we had to fly to NY to catch the plane to England. First plane ride was to NY and I wasn’t scared at all. Why are people afraid of flying? (Why are people afraid of anything? There is no rationale that can be applied here.)
7. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?
A nice girl named Teresa Jones when we lived in Dundalk (horrors! I know.)
8. Whose wedding did you attend the FIRST time?
Oh good Lord … we Italians have weddings every five seconds. I’m pretty sure it was before I could even speak.
9. Tell us about your FIRST roommate.
Heh – moved in with Laura and Sharon. Laura was really nice but sort of …. persnickety. Sharon’s mom had recently moved far away and she was feeling very lonely so in order to assuage those feelings, took up with an idiot named Ron and they had sex constantly and loudly. She got pregnant (a tradition in her family, apparently) within two months of moving in with us and moved out to be with the idiot father in his dorm room at Hopkins and left me and Laura without 1/3 of our rent payment. Yeah. That was fun. After two years of random roommates, I moved out on my own and NEVER looked back. I will not live with another roommate if I have any say-so about it.
10. If you had one wish, what would it be (other than more wishes)?
To feel really good and strong in my body. I don’t have to be thin (well, it’d be nice, of course) but I just want to feel good about what I do have.
11. What is something you would learn if you had the chance?
I have been guided to re-learn piano of late (keyboard, actually) so found a used one on Craigslist and am getting that to noodle around with for a bit. We’ll see if it ends up going to a yard sale in 6 months, right?
12. Did you marry the FIRST person you were in love with?
Oh hell no! Who does this?
13. What were the first lessons you ever took and why?
Probably piano from the heinous Sister Dorothy back in first or second grade. Oh, she was a nasty one.
14. What is the first thing you do when you get home?
Change out of my work clothes. Must have comfy clothes in which to lounge.
(And now a small rant:
Dear people who participate in a meme: if you have a blog, the point of it is to WRITE. If you join in on a meme, the point of said meme is to enlighten those who read your blog about your own self. One word answers to questions are stupid and a waste of your time writing and my time reading. Damn. BE CREATIVE with words or don’t have a blog. WTF? Jeesus.)
You know….this is one of the reasons I don’t blog, I don’t even remember my firsts….let along much of what follows!
Isn’t it so hard not to blame yourself when your exes become gay? lol
While we’re hating on our fellow memers, it bugs the living shit out of me when people comment with: Great answers! Now check out mine at (link). They haven’t actually read my replies, they just want to create traffic on their sites. Don’t use MY meme to pimp YOUR blog, you lazy asses!
There. I’m taking deep, cleansing breaths. I’ll be OK in a minute. Inhale, exhale …
I just saw your rant. I love it. So true.
Did Sister Dorothy whack your knuckles with a pencil if you hit the wrong note? My piano teacher used to do that. It hurt. But I hit very few wrong notes.
Really how could you marry the very first love? People do. But they are nuts!