First

Snagged from Portia (she finds all the good memes...)

[1] Who was your FIRST prom date?
Darrell, the boy from the house behind ours.  It was fifth grade "prom" - but he was in 7th grade, so the principal kicked him out, even though my mom was there watching over us.`

[2] Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
No.

[3] What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Budweiser in a can.  I was convinced it was actually horse piss and everyone was trying to fool me.  But I was 13, so I drank it anyway.

[4] What was your FIRST job?
Work/study at the college Theatre, building sets and acting as Master Electrician in the shop.

[5] What was your FIRST car?
First & only.  1990 Plymouth Sundance.  Candy apple red.  Her name was Little Car.  I know, very imaginative.

[6] Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
No one has texted me yet.  Poor me.

[7] Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
Kofi Annan.  Don't ask ~ I have weird dreams.

[8] Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
She's the only one whose name I cannot remember; it was a pretty traumatic year for me.  She took time away to have a baby and I hated all of the substitutes.  They didn't realize how special I was, so I refused to go to school.  Did you know that there really are truant officers?  I missed so much school that year, they knocked on our door and threatened my mom with a fine.  Then we moved.

[9] Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
Louisville, KY.  I was 10 days old.

[10] Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?
Kristen.  No.  She wasn't a very good best friend anyway.  Our moms made us hang out together.  I haven't heard from her since 9th grade.  Her life's dream was to work the drive-thru at Burger King .  I've always hoped she got her wish.

[11] What was your FIRST sport played?
If you know me, you will easily believe that I never played a sport.  I tried the bowling team ~ and broke my arm.  I guess there was that whiffle ball game two years ago, does that count?  I actually hit the ball (although I looked like all silliness trying to run the bases and losingtrack of them, running randomly into a field instead.)

[12] Where was your FIRST sleep over?
With the girl my mom wanted me to be friends with when I was six (can't remember her name....)  She lived 5 doors down from us.  It didn't work out very well ~ I cried so much, I was back home in my own bed by midnight.

[13] Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
Ben.

[14] Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
Ben's sister, Amy.

[15] What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
Peed.

[16] What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
Alabama.

[17] FIRST tattoo or piercing?
I slunk off and got my ears pierced at Claire's at the mall when I was 13.  My mom almost had a heart attack when she found out.  That was when she realized I was going to hell for sure.

[18] FIRST foreign country you went to for vacation?
Spain, 2001.

[19] What was your FIRST run in with the law?
I guess those truant officers when I was six?  And then again when I was seven, but that's a longer story.

[20] When was your FIRST detention?
We didn't have detention.  I did have to stand in the corner once in first grade (see, it was one of those terrible substitute teachers ~ they didn't understand that it was okay for me to talk in class...)  I was mortified.

[21] What was the FIRST state you lived in?
California.  For 10 days.

[22] Who was the FIRST person to break your heart?
My father.

[23] Who was your FIRST roommate?
Holly.  She was academically...unenthusiastic...you might say.  The problem was, she and I looked kind-of alike, so the teachers would confuse us and yell at me for all the crap she did.  I was not amused.  She moved out after about two months and I got a private room shortly after that.  I don't do roommates well.

[24] Where did you go on your FIRST limo ride?
From LAX to Shutters on the Beach.  Where we found Kevin Bacon sprawled in the hot tub. 

Comments

[portiareigns]

Hahahahahaha. Truant in first grade. You got all of your trouble out of the way early huh? My grandmother was so poorly organized that I was late an embarassing number of times in second grade. My mom took the early train into the city. My grandmother was supposed to get me on the bus. Almost every morning we tore to school in the Impala. A cigarette hanging out of her mouth, which she prudently stubbed out before sheepishly dragging me into school 15 minutes late.

[grigorisgirl]

I lived right next door to school so I couldn't be late and if I was there was chance to run to make up time!
It was handy for running away from though although my mother frogmarched me back and the teacher hadn't noticed I was gone!