Five Things You might Not Know About Me (stolen from zeisgeist, to whom I am oh so grateful, as I am feeling overwhelmingly uninspired today:
1. When I was six years old, I shook Sonny Bono’s hand. I LOVED the Sonny and Cher show, was actually obsessed to the point that my mom took me to see them in concert. I brought my Cher doll—not unlike Jack, in that clip I posted a few days back—and all I remember was that the show was in the round, there was a little table onstage with drinks on it, and that they showed film of Chastity running through a field during one of the songs. Afterwards, we waited by the stage door in hopes of catching a glimpse of Cher, but only Sonny came out. He shook my hand, which I found very exciting, although my mother has held a grudge ever since against Cher for the fact that she elected not to come out as well.
2. I am allergic to penicillin drugs. This is something I only discovered a couple of years back when I had my wisdom teeth out and had to take a course of them afterwards. I took every pill, and about three days after the last one broke out in hives all over my body. Yikes! Not fun.
3. I saw Titanic in the theater at least five times. (Oh, I am cringing just writing that. Why do I share these things? Why?) Also, I own the DVD. There, fine, judge away. I can take it. (I hope.) Other movies I love but know other people would ridicule me senselessly for: Girls Just Want to Have Fun, Center Stage, and a Walk to Remember. What can I say, I’m kind of a sap. Deal with it.
4. When I was a kid, I took baton twirling lessons. I marched in the local Christmas parade, did recitals, the whole bit. Can I twirl a baton now? Nope. I’ve forgotten every bit of it. Which kind of stinks, as I think it might be a fun thing to bust out at parties every once in awhile. Other sports I have tried and abandoned include soccer, softball, and football managing (which isn’t really a sport, as much as watching a sport while handing out cups of gatorade, but whatever). I have now accepted that I am meant to watch sports from the comfort of my couch, not participate in them. And, to quote Stuart Smalley, that’s…okay.
5. I am the most boring breakfast eater in the world, having the same thing EVERY SINGLE DAY for years on end. For ages, it was oatmeal, yogurt, and a banana. Now, a bowl of Cheerios and a banana. I will, most likely, be eating this same breakast when I am old and ancient and about to die. I have no energy for variety early in the morning. But at least I eat breakfast, right?
Reading over these things, I am realizing that I am really just a very boring person. Which isn’t really news. I’ve always thought that I’m a writer BECAUSE my life is uninteresting: if it was endlessly fascinating, I’d be so distracted (not to mention busy) I’d never get anything done. It’s a tradeoff, I guess. Oh, well. Time for Cheerios!