However I happened to acquire my new "family," I'm very happy about it.
And I'm pleased to play.
FIVE THINGSShould I tag you? I'd love to spread the fun, so I recommend you just join in on your own. But for you stragglers, I pick: Tammy, Stacie, Anna and Sean. (It's cool if you cop out, you losers.)
1) When I was about five, my mom was outside hanging laundry to dry. I took the opportunity to peek into the larder, where the first thing that caught my eye was the bottle of vinegar. Mm! I got myself a little juice glass and poured about half an inch of vinegar, which I planned to sip and savor in a most sophisticated way. Until my mom walked into the kitchen unexpectedly.
Good god, I couldn't let her know what a weirdo I was, could I? I would have to destroy the evidence. So I gulped the entire contents of the glass (probably no more than a tablespoon or so) — and then the tears started running down my face.
I wasn't crying. I was reacting. Ohmygah. Sour! Hot!
But it didn't cure me. It reinforced me. Still got that sour tooth.
2) I turned down an opportunity to party with Depeche Mode — all of 'em — back in the '80s one night, and it happened to be Martin Gore's birthday. Hell. Actually, it was Cranky who turned down the opportunity for us both, it being rather late at night when the invitation came. Killjoy.
3) Up until the age of 10 or 11, I firmly believed that I would grow up to be a professional ballerina. I have no rational basis for this.
4) Eric Ripert once fed me a buttery grilled sandwich of smoked salmon and caviar, in a Mill Valley private kitchen. I think I swooned.
5) At the age of about 13, I broke my front tooth with a yo-yo. Not a happy scenario, especially considering I had just come out of braces — which didn't really work, because I was too young when they came off, and my mouth kept growing, and the gap returned. Anyway, I went all through junior high school being called "witch" by the cruddy boys (who at least were unaware, due to the huge snaggletooth, that I was also gap-toothed) — great for my budding self-esteem. Finally my parents arranged to have the tooth repaired in 10th grade... but the gap remains.