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mmegaeraAppropriated from perchta, who got it from autographedcat.
1. Who was your first prom date?
My first real boyfriend, Stewart. Prom was in San Francisco (we lived in the East Bay), in the basement of the Transamerica Tower (which was a club-type place, and a lot nicer than it sounds). Late 70s, and the height of the disco craze, with mirrored ball and everything.
2. Who was your first roommate?
Gigi, whom I was randomly and very fortuitously (she was a great roommate) assigned when I went away to college and lived in the dorms.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?
I *think* it was tequila sunrises, at a New Year's Eve party just before I went away to college for the first time. But I don't really *get* drunk (not sick, hungover drunk, anyway). I have this little gizmo in my system that says, okay, enough, after about two drinks, and suddenly it doesn't taste good anymore.
4. What was your first job?
Except for one awful night babysitting, and one equally awful day cleaning houses, my first real job was as a church secretary one summer between semesters at college. The most exciting thing that happened was the homeless guy who decided to camp in the trailer parked out back.
5. What was your first car?
A 1966 navy green (green as dark as navy blue) Ford Falcon. It was about 10 years old when I first drove it, 15 when my parents gave it to me as a wedding present (setting up an uproar with my three older sisters which has yet to die down 30 years later -- they all had to buy their own cars, but I was given one -- never mind that when it died a year later we had to have a parting sale to get the money together to have it towed to the junkyard, not to mention the four accidents it had been in), and 16 when it died of a broken heart from being taken away from my father (who had babied it to get it to last that long). I loved that car. I cried when they towed it away.
6. When did you go to your first funeral?
When I was four, I think. My maternal grandfather. I have a very vague memory of a church sanctuary painted light green and that's it. I didn't go to another funeral until my dad died three days after my 34th birthday, which was much more traumatic.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I didn't have a hometown growing up. I was born in New Orleans, but we moved to Southern California when I was three, to Denver when I was fifteen, and to the San Francisco Bay Area when I was sixteen. I've since made nine cross-country moves, and have been in Washington State for thirteen years. Where I am now is my hometown. I've lived here longer than I have anywhere else. My parents moved three times after I moved out of the house, too, so even when I go visit my mother, it's not going home.
8. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Jackson, a very tall lady (well, to a first grader, anyway (g)) with a lot of teeth.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
To Louisiana to my grandfather's funeral (see question 6). I'm told I wanted to know when we were going to blast off.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I never had to sneak out. 1. I was a late bloomer, and 2. by the time I was old enough to be doing such things, my parents were pretty much tired of raising kids (I'm the last of four), so they never made a big deal out of watching over me that closely.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends?
Jan. We met in first grade (and were not assigned to the same classroom again till fourth grade (g)). We were close until I moved away, kept in touch for years, then lost touch for a while, then started corresponding again occasionally by email in the last few years. She's still in Southern California, so the last time I saw her was about ten years ago.
12. Where was your first sleepover?
Jan's house. I think I was about eight, and became temporarily infamous because I never did go to sleep the entire night.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a problem?
That changed recently, when I discovered I could no longer rely on my relatives (not that their reliability has changed, it was just that I hadn't needed to rely on anyone before really). So now it's my friend Loralee, bless her heart.
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsmen?
First and only time was when I was eleven. I was junior bridesmaid for my sister Nancy.
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Reach for my glasses.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Gordon Lightfoot. I think I was about 20. I've never been a big concert-goer.
17. First tattoo or piercing?
I have no manmade holes in my body. Or permanent decorations on it. I have a terror of needles, you see.
18. First celebrity crush?
Vincent Van Patten (I wonder whatever happened to him?). He played the oldest son in a shortlived TV show called Apple's Way, which was a modern day family drama produced by the same folks who brought us The Waltons. My very first, highly Mary Sue-ish fiction writing was fanfic for that show. Not that I'd ever heard the term fanfic at that stage. Or Mary Sue in that context either, for that matter.
19. Age of first real kiss with tongue?
Sixteen. With a boy named John in the very back seats of a theater during a rehearsal of a high school production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Nothing ever came of it.
20. First crush?
Paul, my sophomore year in high school. He had no idea I existed.
21. First REAL love?
Oh, ye gods. I don't know. I've had four serious relationships including two marriages, and I don't know that any of them were REAL love, esp. since none of them lasted. Twue wuv is a nice fantasy. I'm not sure it really exists.
1. Who was your first prom date?
My first real boyfriend, Stewart. Prom was in San Francisco (we lived in the East Bay), in the basement of the Transamerica Tower (which was a club-type place, and a lot nicer than it sounds). Late 70s, and the height of the disco craze, with mirrored ball and everything.
2. Who was your first roommate?
Gigi, whom I was randomly and very fortuitously (she was a great roommate) assigned when I went away to college and lived in the dorms.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?
I *think* it was tequila sunrises, at a New Year's Eve party just before I went away to college for the first time. But I don't really *get* drunk (not sick, hungover drunk, anyway). I have this little gizmo in my system that says, okay, enough, after about two drinks, and suddenly it doesn't taste good anymore.
4. What was your first job?
Except for one awful night babysitting, and one equally awful day cleaning houses, my first real job was as a church secretary one summer between semesters at college. The most exciting thing that happened was the homeless guy who decided to camp in the trailer parked out back.
5. What was your first car?
A 1966 navy green (green as dark as navy blue) Ford Falcon. It was about 10 years old when I first drove it, 15 when my parents gave it to me as a wedding present (setting up an uproar with my three older sisters which has yet to die down 30 years later -- they all had to buy their own cars, but I was given one -- never mind that when it died a year later we had to have a parting sale to get the money together to have it towed to the junkyard, not to mention the four accidents it had been in), and 16 when it died of a broken heart from being taken away from my father (who had babied it to get it to last that long). I loved that car. I cried when they towed it away.
6. When did you go to your first funeral?
When I was four, I think. My maternal grandfather. I have a very vague memory of a church sanctuary painted light green and that's it. I didn't go to another funeral until my dad died three days after my 34th birthday, which was much more traumatic.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I didn't have a hometown growing up. I was born in New Orleans, but we moved to Southern California when I was three, to Denver when I was fifteen, and to the San Francisco Bay Area when I was sixteen. I've since made nine cross-country moves, and have been in Washington State for thirteen years. Where I am now is my hometown. I've lived here longer than I have anywhere else. My parents moved three times after I moved out of the house, too, so even when I go visit my mother, it's not going home.
8. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Jackson, a very tall lady (well, to a first grader, anyway (g)) with a lot of teeth.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
To Louisiana to my grandfather's funeral (see question 6). I'm told I wanted to know when we were going to blast off.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I never had to sneak out. 1. I was a late bloomer, and 2. by the time I was old enough to be doing such things, my parents were pretty much tired of raising kids (I'm the last of four), so they never made a big deal out of watching over me that closely.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends?
Jan. We met in first grade (and were not assigned to the same classroom again till fourth grade (g)). We were close until I moved away, kept in touch for years, then lost touch for a while, then started corresponding again occasionally by email in the last few years. She's still in Southern California, so the last time I saw her was about ten years ago.
12. Where was your first sleepover?
Jan's house. I think I was about eight, and became temporarily infamous because I never did go to sleep the entire night.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a problem?
That changed recently, when I discovered I could no longer rely on my relatives (not that their reliability has changed, it was just that I hadn't needed to rely on anyone before really). So now it's my friend Loralee, bless her heart.
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or groomsmen?
First and only time was when I was eleven. I was junior bridesmaid for my sister Nancy.
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Reach for my glasses.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Gordon Lightfoot. I think I was about 20. I've never been a big concert-goer.
17. First tattoo or piercing?
I have no manmade holes in my body. Or permanent decorations on it. I have a terror of needles, you see.
18. First celebrity crush?
Vincent Van Patten (I wonder whatever happened to him?). He played the oldest son in a shortlived TV show called Apple's Way, which was a modern day family drama produced by the same folks who brought us The Waltons. My very first, highly Mary Sue-ish fiction writing was fanfic for that show. Not that I'd ever heard the term fanfic at that stage. Or Mary Sue in that context either, for that matter.
19. Age of first real kiss with tongue?
Sixteen. With a boy named John in the very back seats of a theater during a rehearsal of a high school production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Nothing ever came of it.
20. First crush?
Paul, my sophomore year in high school. He had no idea I existed.
21. First REAL love?
Oh, ye gods. I don't know. I've had four serious relationships including two marriages, and I don't know that any of them were REAL love, esp. since none of them lasted. Twue wuv is a nice fantasy. I'm not sure it really exists.
