September 28, 2007

Seven Things

I saw this at Mrs. Who's (where she asked us to tag ourselves) and Bitterroot's.

1. Who was your first prom date?
Well I can’t put his name as it’s hugely unusual and I don’t want to humiliate him. But suffice it today, prom sucked so bad my junior year I didn’t go my senior year. I think I even blogged on it. Gah. It was awful. I tried to walk home in the rain and he got pissed and refused to let me. He wasn’t a real physical kind of guy, but he informed me at our 20 year reunion, he was so pissed that if I had really frickin’ fought him, which he really thought I would because I was always up for a good fight and never backed down, he was going to forcibly put me in his car because he was never going to let a girl/woman walk home, let alone in the rain, no matter how pissed he or she was. Perhaps I sensed it, and he was bigger than me, because I do remember backing down and letting him drive me home. We’re on great terms now… as adults, and I adore the woman he married. He’s some big time radiologist at a very well known research hospital now. Ended up being Valedictorian of our class. My dating history is filled with big brained men… stupid men need not have applied.

2. Who was your first roommate?
You know… I don’t even remember their names. I got stuck in a double dorm room with three of us, as I’d transferred my sophomore year. They were out of dorm space, so all transfers had to triple up in double rooms. My one roommate was a brilliant girl from Howard University. Obviously she was black. My other roommate, was white. I remember she talked about sex a lot and… well… I don’t remember her being infinitely classy. The two of them did NOT get along at all and fought like crazy (my white roommate seemed to start it mostly and I think she was a bigot), with my white roommate, eventually hitting my black roommmate (I think with an iron? Kind of sealed the thought of she ‘might be a bigot’) and the white roommate got kicked out of dorm living. Luckily for me, as this hellish nightmare was going on, I was dating the sweetest man who was a senior at NC State majoring in Industrial Engineering. I think my phone bill was sky high and between him and the guys from my hometown (including the guy from Prom) my sanity was saved. Ummm… if I’m considered sane. That is up for debate on some days.

3. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
I’m going to say I was less than two. TGOO and Hubba were stationed in Hawaii and somehow we had to make our way to Monterey for TGOO's Naval Post Graduate School. My brother was born there… so maybe a year old to Monterey, CA?

4. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
Ummm… I never did that. First, there was no reason. I had no real curfew and my folks trusted me. Second, I’m the daughter of a military man. There was no sneaking out and doing stuff like that without scaring yourself half to death at the thought of what would happen if caught. And third, trust was big to me. If I got caught, I’d lose my folks’ trust… that would have been the worst consequence of all and I was very aware of that. Trust was BIG.

However… I did sneak out of my friend Elise’s house!! I think I was a sophomore in high school, we slid out the front balcony, out the window, down a rain gutter. (Neither of us were very big people. I think I weighed 95 lb at the time.) We did nothing… it was just for the hell of doing it. We walked around the neighborhood and talked and then snuck back in. I remember her having me flush the toilet while she closed the window so her Mom and Dad didn’t hear…

Gee… I don’t think TGOO and Hubba knew that story. Hmm. The things you find out when you read blogs….

5. Whose wedding were you in the first time?
As for actual wedding party, it was my friend Sherri from college, who married a EA-6 BN. We graduated early December and they were married right after Christmas in a very nice Christmas/winter themed wedding, where I was a bridesmaid. I always hoped she’d live happily ever after. Navy wife is the toughest job in the Navy. Meanwhile, her folks were of a Protestant denomination where there was NO drinking. Holy crap. Luckily, one of the groomsman, a Naval Aviator, carried a flask in his tux. That’s back when I still drank. God love the aviators. They’re always prepared. I’m not sure where I would have hidden that flask…

6. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Loverboy. Freshman year in college… Fall of 1983? It was a blind date. It was OK, but the girl who I went with was a waitress with me (I waited tables through college) and I just didn’t really have that much in common with her and her boyfriend. I ended up seeing my blind date, who I never went out with again, about three years later, while I was partying at Seville Square. He had joined Army ROTC and was finished with college and was about to go to whatever is next, I heard later. Anyway, he recognized me in my miniskirt and flimsy top and big 80s hair (as big as my hair can get) getting a beer, as I remember it was after finals and my friends and I were partying HARD, and he said something to me about how I looked. (It was a complement with the full up and down eye thing… not very subtle. I don’t remember him being so impressed when we went out on our blind date… then again at Seville he may have been wearing beer goggles.) I was frickin’ clueless as to who he was until later. I think that was the first time I truly realized, I have a problem with faces.

7. First tattoo or piercing?
Age 12, I got my ears pierced, one single in each ear. I was living in Taiwan, so an American nurse there did it for me. I remember she numbed my ear with ice, and then put a Kodak film box behind my ear and pushed the needle through. When she heard the ‘squeeeeeek’ as the needle pushed through the waxy box, she knew she was through my ear. I still remember the sound. Blech.

No tats, but I have been contemplating getting one over my new scar on my right breast. I’ll see what the scar looks like and decide. I was thinking a lady bug. My husband will frickin’ FREAK. Heh. Hey, we all have to live on the edge sometimes… ;-) But this would require exposing my breast YET AGAIN (and I've not yet gotten a set of Mardi Gras beads for all this frickin' exposure), and quite honestly, I’m completely done with that… so I think that tat is out.

Posted by Boudicca at September 28, 2007 08:49 PM | TrackBack
Comments

*throws Mardis Gras beads at Bou*

I often wonder if we ever crossed paths at Seville way back when. Were you ever there when the PCCers were walking back and forth in front of the big windows carrying a huge painting of hell?

Posted by: Mrs. Who at September 28, 2007 08:59 PM

I don't remember that one!!! But they were always out there screaming at us to repent. You know... we were all sinners going to Seville. :)

Posted by: Bou at September 28, 2007 09:18 PM

"My dating history is filled with big brained men… stupid men need not have applied.."

So That explains why we never dated....

PT

Posted by: P'cola Titan at September 28, 2007 09:27 PM

PT- You jerk! You never asked me out. You know who my prom date was, don't you? Heh.

Posted by: Bou at September 28, 2007 09:29 PM

no, not a ladybug... Bob the Tomato! that would be awesome! nothing says "sexy momma" like a veggietales tat on the t!t. heh.

Posted by: wRitErsbLock at September 28, 2007 10:22 PM

I think you're onto something here. All physicians who perform breast exams should be required to hand out bead necklaces to the patients. Little kids get suckers from the pediatricians, don't they? Why shouldn't we get something, too? This new rule should also apply to radiology departments for when they perform mammograms. In my case, those things are very painful, and I should get something in return besides sore.

Posted by: Denise at September 29, 2007 02:36 AM

Tit for tat.

I couldn't resist.

Posted by: Jim - PRS at September 29, 2007 03:06 AM

Oh, and I already have a 'ladybug' scar on my right breast from having a mole removed several years ago. It's visible when I have a low neckline on. The first night Bitterroot and I met, it kept 'catching his eye'. (That's his excuse, anyway.)

Posted by: Mrs. Who at September 29, 2007 10:58 AM

My excuse?

Hey, Mrs. Who... YOU were the one wearing a LOW NECKLINE on a first date! What exactly did you want me to see, eh? Eh? :-P

Nevermind that I'm almost a full foot taller - so it's not like I had to divert my eyes a whole 45 degrees from your eyes - more like SIX degrees...

Heh... "Six degrees of Mrs. Who's Ladybug scar." LOL.

Besides - you were adorable in your LOW CUT (actually not very - but low enough, given our height difference) hand-sewn denim and plaid dress (see, I remember!) And for a scar, so was she. And I can't believe I'm talking about my wife's breastesses on someone else's blog! :o)

Posted by: Bitterroot at September 29, 2007 11:53 AM

Writersblock- YES! I need a Bob the Tomato tattoo!!! What was I thinking? Evidently not... Heh.

Denise- I have decided you are right. I'm going to suggest that to my radiologist next time I go in. I think we should get Mardi Gras beads. And one of those Breast Cancer societies should adopt that during their big Mammogram push. Mardi Gras beads for Mammograms. We should go into marketing! :)

Jimbo- OK, that was funny.

Mrs. Who- I wonder if a Bob the Tomato tat would have caught his eye?

Bitterroot- Hey, don't sweat talking about them here. We are obviously, "All breasts all the time" this week here at Boudicca's Voice. Next week? Hey. You never know. :)

Posted by: Bou at September 29, 2007 01:25 PM

Goodies for getting a mammogram? Would that make it a booby prize? (Others may have restrained themselves from this comment; I can't - no self control at all).

Posted by: Peggy U at September 30, 2007 01:38 PM