Strongly Worded

First Things First

This is a good meme, compliments of Madness Rivera.

Who was your first love?
I guess officially it was this guy, Ross, who I met in youth group. He was a senior at a private school and I was a ninth-grader at a public school; he was sarcastic and funny and our relationship made me feel accomplished and important. I really cared deeply for him, even though I was 15. Ultimately, he dumped me for my (then) best friend. They've been living together for the last eight years.

Who was your first kiss and when?
Aforementioned guy. In the bathroom of the aforementioned "friend". It went well. And I definitely liked the subsequent making out.

Who was your first roommate?
This chick Sarah, in college. We both were raised by professor parents within 16 miles of our college. And we looked uncannily alike. We got along fine--we never really bonded, but never fought, either.

The next year I lived in the same dorm with a close friend. We referred to one another as "Homey P." and "Homey D."

The year after that I lived in Spain, with Rosa, an anorexic veterinary student. We shared our tiny room with her rabbit and hamster. The rabbit chewed up my books, and the hamster died halfway through the year. Rosa was not excited about having an American roommate, and she is one of the unhappiest people I've ever met. Periodically, I wonder what happened to her.

After college, I had tons of roommates before getting my own place three years ago.

What was your first job?
Infrequent babysitting gigs in high school. My first official job was washing dishes and vacuuming in my college dining hall. I still get nauseous when I think about cleaning out the vats of salad dressing.

When was the first time you got drunk?
I've never developed a taste for alcohol, but when I lived in Spain (the only time in my life that I actually "clubbed") I downed many "vodka limons" (vodka mixed with lemon fanta). That is some good stuff, and on several occasions it made me extraordinarily giddy. I never threw up, though.

What was your first car?
The adorable Sybil, my beloved Honda Civic. (She is named for Cybill Shepherd and not that woman with the multiple personalities.) I've had her for less than a year.

When did you go to your first funeral?

How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I was 18 when I went away to college, 16 miles from my parents' house.

Who was your first grade teacher?
Ms. Canner. Best teacher ever.

When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I confess I was a goody-two-shoes with permissive parents and I never had to do this. I did stay out until all hours of the night with various boys. I had no curfew.

Who was the first person to send you flowers?
Probably my high school boyfriend, Dave, who had a well-paying job and pampered me with all kinds of lovely, generous gifts. He was very, very good to me in many ways.

Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid?
I first rocked out as a bridesmaid at the nuptials of my beloved friend R.. I had a phenomenal time, felt extremely honored to be there, and came to understand why people have bridesmaids to begin with. In September, I was in R.I.B's amazing L.A. wedding. (This was the wedding with the professional hair/makeup artists at which I looked ravishing.) I got to sign the ketubah and the civil wedding license, which was very, very special.

What was the first thing you did this morning?
Hit the snooze button. After getting up, I slapped some Eggo Waffles into the toaster. Then I checked email while waiting for them to cook.

Posted by Dori at 10:50 AM