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Meme if I must…
By Brian | November 23, 2008 | Share on Facebook
Well, I filled out the first “all about me” meme, so I might as well do this one too (I’m all about the completeness thing, ya know…) Kudos (or blame) go to Ilya and Jason…
Two sections. The first is “Bold the things you’ve done and talk about ’em.” Before we start, can I just say – 25 out of 34? I never score that high on these things…
Gone on a blind date.
I’m going with yes on this, although it wasn’t truly a blind date in the “never met her before” sense. High school bowling league. I was on a team of three guys, and there was a team of three girls. At some point, someone suggested I take out one of the girls. I remember driving to her house, getting stuck in the snow, then spending a rather boring evening sitting in her parents living room and talking, until we realized that outside of a bowling alley, we really had very little in common. I also remember that her parents house was filled with (representations of) ducks – duck telephone, paintings of ducks, wooden ducks on shelves, etc.. Isn’t there anything that my brain could be doing instead of remembering this stuff? Ugh…
Skipped school.
Senior year of high school, particularly after getting into college (i.e., second half of the year), my friends and I would take what we called “mental health days.” Rebels that we were, though, we got permission from our parents first, and then did something fairly tame with the day – trip to the beach, to the mall, etc. I was not a wild child…
Watched someone die.
Again, I’m going with yes, although it’s probably a qualified yes. My maternal grandfather was in a nursing home due to Alzheimer’s disease for quite some time. We got a call one day to rush over there – he was near the end. I have a clear memory of seeing him in bed, clearly suffering, kissing him on the forehead and then leaving. The next day, I called my mother to find out how he was doing, and she said she had just hung up with someone (my aunt?) telling her he had died. If that’s not watching someone die, it’s as close as I hope I ever get…
Been to Canada.
Montreal with a camp trip years ago. They taught us how to say “I don’t speak French” in French, in case we ran into a non-English speaker.
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