Twenty firsts. Copy and paste in your own answers before pasting into your own journal or into an e-mail to a friend, if you’re bored and interested in sharing answers.
1. Who was your first homecoming/prom date?
Tim Cassidy. Are you out there, Tim? That would be Timothy Arthur Cassidy who went to junior high and high school in Plano, Texas, and who attended North Texas State University in Denton.
2. Who was your first roommate?
My parents! After that, hubby. Never actually had a roommate.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time?
I’ve never gotten drunk. People used to take me out with the intention of getting me drunk, but I had signed a pledge in elementary school and really wasn’t interested in acting worse than I usually do. (I’m a control freak, in case you hadn’t noticed.) I did drink some ice cream drinks at TGI Friday’s when I was in college–they had creme de menthe in them, along with Cookies’n’Cream ice cream–but they only gave me a headache and made me sleepy. I don’t see the appeal of drinking, really. My uncle does it to kill the pain of his regrets and his anger, and to escape, but it doesn’t solve anything and does make things worse. So . . . he’s not improving his situation. But I suppose to be numb for a while is his goal.
4. What was your first job?
Not counting the stuff I did when I was a high school student–I did some tutoring and I helped with an inventory at my friend Michelle’s parents’ business–I guess it was working at the computer center in college. You could work as a user consultant and get paid by the hour. I did that most semesters. The work at that time consisted of taking people’s huge boxes of punched cards and showing them how to put jobcards and account cards in front so they could run them. Or going to the keypunches to help people punch cards. Or going to the few terminals we had and showing people how to log on to time-sharing. The IBM PC (the first “legit” personal computer) didn’t come out until the year I graduated!
The first post-college job was as a software engineer at Rockwell International, Defense Electronics Operations. Worked on several large programs. Learned that people mostly stood around the coffee pot and shot the bull all day, until the customers showed up, and then they’d turn into busywork bees.
5. What was your first car?
The first one I owned? 1982 Chevy Camaro.
The first one I drove? 1964 Dodge Dart station wagon with pushbutton transmission. Drove that one to high school.
The first one I drove to work (after high school) and to college: 1970 AMC Hornet, color metallic green, thus a “Green Hornet.” That was my late father’s car, and my mom pretty much had to let me drive it. She had two other cars.
6. When did you go to your first funeral?
Daddy’s funeral in October 1974. I was just a kid. Don’t remember a thing. Well, not that much, anyway.
8. Who was your first grade teacher?
Mrs. Fischer. Tall blonde woman. Loved her. Looked like Elizabeth Montgomery in “Bewitched” (including the same hairstyle and the “mod” miniskirts and polka-dotted dresses) with John Lennon glasses and talked like a Southern belle. She read to us. She had such perfect handwriting, too.
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
San Francisco (Palo Alto), California.
10. When you sneaked out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I never needed to sneak out. My mother didn’t like it when I went anywhere, but if somebody showed up at the door to pick me up, someone she knew, she didn’t really impose a curfew. If she trusted the guy, she’d just say, “Have fun!” Or if it was with “the girls,” she’d make sure I was driving. (*grin*) We were such nerds anyhow. We went to plays (community theater), theme restaurants, SCA events, bookstores, the mall, tame little bars/restaurants with live music (“Strictly Tabu” in Dallas, “Magic Time Machine” in Addison, etc.), rock concerts downtown, and places like that. Nowhere crazy. Mostly, people would come to our house to sit around and talk and eat the snacks my mother likes to make. It was the Psychotherapy Room and she was the Earth Mother with all the answers. That was fun.
11. Who was your first best friend?
Clare Ann Jones of Conifer Drive in Houston, Texas. Are you out there, Clare Ann? You basically lived at my house until we started first grade. You lived next door with your little sister Jennifer and two big brothers, Bobby and Billy. We lived on the corner and had 3/4 of an acre of fenced yard to play in. We were put into different classrooms the first day of school, and since I was yanked out of the first day of first grade and put into an accelerated program (Gifted and Talented to modern readers) as soon as they realized I was reading the stuff on the blackboard and doing it, I met new people and Mama instantly started arranging play dates. We moved at the end of first grade and I lost track of you (and all my new friends.)
12. Where was your first sleepover?
At my cousin Patty’s. With friends? With my friend Holly Brown in Houston near the end of first grade. The weekend before we moved, Holly stayed over at my house, and we were playing “spin until dizzy” on the driveway. She fell down and broke her collarbone. I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye and lost touch with her. Always have felt guilty about the collarbone! (I fell on the grass . . . she hit the concrete.)
Most memorable sleepover–our 5th grade Girl Scout troop stayed at Leslie Smith’s house, slept in sleeping bags on the living room floor (some under the grand piano, some on the sofa, etc.), and played “Truth, Dare, or Desperate” for the first time ever. Her little brothers spied on us all night. I learned a lot about those girls playing that game.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
Hubby. Or if he has reached his limit (you can tell by looking and listening to the muttering), my cousin Patty. I used to call my friend Terry, but we broke up. (Long story. Problems at work, and the boss kind of pulled a fast one, and I ended up blowing up at Terry for telling stuff about me to the boss–but she was manipulated into doing it, if she even really did it at all.) Before that, I called Diane, but she moved to Kansas City. Now we e-mail.
14. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid?
Linda Cook’s. The dresses were absolutely gorgeous. Our moms considered us family. My mom (another teetotaler) drank some spiked punch at the reception while chatting with their priest and got kind of tipsy, and when we left to get into the car after the reception, she stumbled over the curb and fell in the gravel parking lot. Lost her diamond earring and skinned both knees. Ruined a good dress. It was very upsetting.
The next time I was a bridesmaid was the following year, for my other best friend Linda. It was a very elegant affair at Highland Park Methodist Church, and the bridal couple rode in a restored Model A down Mockingbird Lane to the Hilton, where the reception cost her dad out the wazoo and he walked around handing out the little bags of birdseed and pulling his pockets inside-out to show how empty they were. I brought home a slice of cake (stealing the plate to boot) and slept on it that night so I’d dream of my future husband, but I couldn’t remember my dreams the next morning. Not saying I didn’t have the promised prophetic dream, just that I forgot it before waking up.
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
I put on my glasses. Then I take the dog out to tinkle in the front courtyard.
16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
Paul Simon. My best friend Ann (I miss her, too) and I got front-row tickets to a concert he played in 1975 or so at SMU in McFarlin Auditorium, a small venue. That was awesome. She took lots of 35mm existing-light photos. I have a few dark Instamatic shots. I wish I could see those photos she took. But I’d like it even more if I could find her and her new husband Jim and their new daughter. They’re in Austin, or were the last time I heard.
Hmm, there are quite a few people I’d like to get back in touch with, it seems.
17. First tattoo or piercing?
Pierced ears, age 17, at local strip mall salon. Got these gold “studs” that you turned three times a day and dabbed with alcohol on a cotton ball. They were SO adamant about not using other earrings for three months. But the piercing did fine and is still intact lo these many years later, even though I often pull off earrings and leave them out for several days in a row. Never had one problem with them.
18. First celebrity crush?
Alvin, of “Alvin and the Chipmunks” cartoon. When I was four. I had the Alvin doll that I dragged everywhere.
After that, Jerry Lewis. And Micky Dolenz. And Paul McCartney. And Bobby Darin. . . .
19. Age of first real kiss?
Sixteen. New Year’s Eve.
20. First crush? First actual crush?
First crush, Michael Keegan, who sat next to me in first grade.
First actual crush that I ever did something about, Tim Cassidy (the aforementioned).
How old were you? (censored)
Where did you go to school?
I wish I were still in school. I enjoy the intellectual stimulation and the silly little projects and the class discussions. Most of the time.
Where did you work?
Right here at home.
Where did you live?
How was your hair style?
Fine, thank you. Oh, you mean what is it? Hippie hair, long and straight. The same yesterday, and today, and tomorrow.
Did you wear glasses?
Who was your best friend?
Hubby. Best non-family friend–Linda D.
Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Now, now. One must have one’s secrets. This reminds me of an invitation I once got to a party: “Bring your wife or your girlfriend,” it invited, and below that was scrawled, “BUT NOT BOTH!!”
Who was your celebrity crush?
What was your favorite band/group?
Aaaaah, who can say, any more. How about the Beatles or the Vince Guaraldi Trio?
Had your heart broken?
Patched and mended so often it looks like a quilt, but is stronger for it
Had you broken someone’s heart?
So it is claimed. It was murmured that I did this in junior high and again in high school, but I was blithely unaware of it. Sorry, Bob J. Sorry, Chuck. Didn’t even realize you were interested. . . .