Everyone has their Firsts:
First Real Best Friend: Amy Gabriele. But then, in fourth grade, she became friends with Beth Robinson, and in the middle of reading class she passed me a note that said "Shut Up Fat Four Eyes!" I think we stayed friends even after that.
First Real Best Friend: Amy Gabriele. But then, in fourth grade, she became friends with Beth Robinson, and in the middle of reading class she passed me a note that said "Shut Up Fat Four Eyes!" I think we stayed friends even after that.
First Cell Phone: A crappy Motorola, kind of like this one: 

First Funeral: Grandpa Burl. He was always such a joker that everyone expected him to sit up in his casket and yell "Surprise" but both were unlikely, especially after that last stroke.
First Pet: Sunshine. She was a guinea pig. Which makes my porn name really good -- Sunshine Messenger!
First Big Trip: No idea. Probably that road trip to Florida where I got herpes all over the inside of my mouth and my mom said I didn't stop wailing for almost all 24 hours of the trip. Bet that was so much fun!
First Fight: I'm sure it was with my sister, and I'm sure I lost.
First Celebrity Crush: 

First Time Out of the Country: Switzerland. I had altitude sickness and jet lag and barfed all over my mom in a fondue/yodeling restaurant, and when she went to wash off her sweater, they only had one of those rotating cloth towels for her to dry off with. Total disaster. And the ONE day I ended up skiing, I could not, for the life of me, master a pommel lift, and ended up face first in the snow amidst hundreds of pre-pubescent Swiss kids shouting "Hello America! Hamburger!"
First Myspace Friend: Techincally, Tom. But realistically, Christina
Everyone has their Lasts:
Last Person You Hugged: David N., Faux Bike Messenger Extraordinnaire. (who knew I dug that look?)
Last Car Ride: In Robin's car, on the way from the Greenwood Cemetery to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden to meet Lisa and RJ. Thank god he gave me a ride, too, because I was wearing Date Sandals, and they were tearing up my feet!
Last Time You Cried: Yesterday, when Thea told me she might be moving to LA.
Last Movie You Watched: Frida. And I hate Salma Hayek, but she was FANTASTIC in this movie!
Last Food You Ate: a red pepper, three strips of which are left in the bag and I just don't want them anymore.
Last Item Bought: Caffeine free diet coke. Although the last exciting thing I bought was new socks at Target! (which, when you put it in writing, is far less exciting)
Last Shirt Worn: I'm going to jazz it up a bit and say that sweaters don't count. So the last shirt I wore was the Yale t-shirt I sleep in. [That wasn't half as jazzy as I wanted it to be.]
Last Phone Call: from my sister, stuck in traffic between Minneapolis and St. Paul, on her way to the airport. She had to pee, and I told her to go in the rental car. After all, there's no rule saying she can't....
Last Kiss: See last hug.
Last Thing You Touched: Other than the pepper and the phone and the keyboard? Candy Corn!!
Last Funeral: Grandma Esther's, I think. And that was in high school.
Last Time at the Mall: Christmas. Although, more recently than that, I was on the phone with someone who was at the Mall of America, and I kind of felt like I was there, too...
Last Time You Were Excited for Something: When Christina came to visit.
Last Person You Saw: My boss Eric. He just came by my desk to give me work to do. Ha!
Last Thing You Drank: Hot cocoa. Sure, it's 80 degrees outside, but it's FREEZING in here!
Last Person who Broke Your Heart: me?
Last Time you were Really Honestly Happy: This question makes me sad, and as a protest, I'm not going to answer it.

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