Who was your first prom date?<\/b><\/p>\n
I only had one prom date. Not for lack of trying. I asked the guy I was in love with to my junior prom and HE SAID NO. Horror. But I did end up going to my senior prom with the guy I had been dating, and it was kind of a disaster. Wish I could have a “do-over” on that one. Wish I had been able to enjoy the time at the table with all of my friends – too much else was going on, it was a crazy night. But the whole thing was gorgeous: it was at a Newport mansion, it was pouring rain, my contact lenses not only acted up but infected my eyes so I had to wear my glasses to the prom. This was bad enough. But even worse – my eyes were so irritated I could barely wear any eye makeup. If you don’t understand why this cut through my soul like a dagger, then you have no heart. I felt cursed.<\/p>\n
It was a terrible night. For many reasons.<\/p>\n
Again: could I have a do-over on that one, please? So that I could just relax and enjoy myself with my friends?<\/p>\n
Who were your first roommates?<\/b><\/p>\n
First roommate was Krista in college. I got assigned to the only girl’s dorm on campus – which, again, felt like a curse to me. I so did not want to be in the girls dorm. I wanted to be in a co-ed dorm. I suppose I could have requested to get it changed, but … I don’t know – the bureaucracy got me down.<\/p>\n
And you know what? I was right to not want to be in that dorm. I was on a floor full of bitchy SLUTS who snickered at me because I liked to spend time writing. “Do you want to come have a drink in our room, Sheila, or do you –” (said in a sneering voice) “want to write in your diary?”<\/p>\n
Bitches.<\/p>\n
BUT. My roommate was a great girl. A total lunatic. She helped me come out of my shell. She had no fear. She accepted me. She came to see all my plays. She did my makeup for me. She was a LUNATIC. Someday I should write down all of our adventures. We didn’t stay in touch after that year – our paths just never crossed – but I always look back on her fondly.<\/p>\n
What alcoholic beverage did you drink the first time you got drunk?<\/b><\/p>\n
Beer. Awful.<\/p>\n
What was your first job?<\/b><\/p>\n
Paper route.<\/p>\n
What was your first car?<\/b><\/p>\n
I never had my own car. First car I bought was with my first boyfriend. A Nissan 300 ZX. It was gold. It was ludicrous.<\/p>\n
When did you go to your first funeral?<\/b><\/p>\n
I was a small child. I think the first funeral I went to was for Pop. I was too young to really understand what was happening.<\/p>\n
How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?<\/b><\/p>\n
21. I moved to Philadelphia.<\/p>\n
Who was your first grade teacher?<\/b><\/p>\n
Miss Molly. She was sweet, and soft-spoken (a lovely change from my terrifying kindergarden teacher) – and she looked like Julie Andrews. I thought she was beautiful.<\/p>\n
Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?<\/b><\/p>\n
Ireland. And whaddya know, it was recorded in my journal<\/a>.<\/p>\n When did you sneak out of the house for the first time, and who was it with?<\/b><\/p>\n I don’t think I ever did sneak out of the house.<\/p>\n Who was your first best friend, and are you still friends?<\/b><\/p>\n My first best friend was J. And – no, we’re not still friends. We hover on the edges of becoming friends again. We make shy little overtures and then run away again. I don’t list her name because of her fame, and I’m just sensitive to stuff like that. Because of her fame, I hear OF her all the time. But it’s not an impossibility that we would become friends again. There were DECADES when it would have been an impossibility – but now not so much.<\/p>\n But then my OTHER best friends – Betsy (met her when I was 10), and Beth and Mere (we all met when we were 12) … we’re all still thick as thieves. Mere sends us daily photos of her injured bloody toe – so we can see how the bruises change, how the wound morphs … This should give you some idea of the level of contact we all share.<\/p>\n Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parent’s house?<\/b><\/p>\n The aforesaid mentioned bitchy girls dorm.<\/p>\n Who is the first person you call after a bad day?<\/b><\/p>\n I don’t really call anyone.<\/p>\n Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid?<\/b><\/p>\n Mere!!! We all were bridesmaids. I’m lucky. I haven’t had the bad experiences with being a bridesmaid that other people have had.<\/p>\n What is the first thing you do in the morning?<\/b><\/p>\n Brush teeth.<\/p>\n What was the first concert you went to?<\/b><\/p>\n Huey Lewis and the News!!! Went with Mere, Jayne, and Dolores. It was at the Civic Center in Providence, RI.<\/p>\n First tattoo or piercing?<\/b><\/p>\n Ears pierced when I was 15 or 16, I guess. I remember getting them done at a little place at the Midland Mall. I rarely wear earrings, to this day … Just not a big jewelry gal, I guess.<\/p>\n First (and only tattoo) – on my upper back. I drew it myself. It was highly symbolic to me – and it’s something that I will never be sorry for. I won’t get another one. I also love the story of HOW I got the damn thing<\/a>.<\/p>\n First Celebrity Crush?<\/b><\/p>\n Yay! I love this question. I believe it was Lance Kerwin when he was doing James at 15 – but my whole celeb-crush philosophy REALLY kicked in in junior high during Ralph Macchio’s stint on Eight is Enough<\/i>. <\/a>I lost my mind about that guy.<\/p>\n Age of First Kiss?<\/b><\/p>\n 17.<\/p>\n First crush?<\/b><\/p>\n First real one? Keith M<\/a>. in 4th grade.<\/p>\n (via Roo<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Who was your first prom date? I only had one prom date. Not for lack of trying. I asked the guy I was in love with to my junior prom and HE SAID NO. Horror. But I did end up … Continue reading