1. Who was your FIRST prom date?
- The one I actually went to? Kim from Huntsville, AL. The first one I was invited to? That would be Donna Kadlub, who invited me to get her ex-boyfriend to ask her - then she decided to go with him. And don't get me started on the 9th grade formal. It was like that scene in Say Anything ("sitting here at like the Gas 'n' Sip on a Saturday night completely alone drinking beers with no women anywhere?")
- How are we defining love? But no, whoever she is, I am not still in contact with her. But I talk to my true love every day.
- I was always a vodka guy.
- Delivering Pennysavers, then newspapers
- First one that was all my own - a 1982 Mercury Zephyr
- Haven't received one yet, but I don't get a lot of personal ones - hockey scores and news alerts are the majority of my texts.
- Mrs. BA
- Ms. Marino
- I think the first time I flew was when I went to France in 1983.
- Probably Gary and not as much as we should.
- I think Gary again.
- Mrs. BA - telling her I wanted five more minutes (that's usually the first words we exchange in the morning)
- My brother's wedding (we wore Morning Suits - I was a teenager)
- Getting breakfast ready for the boys
- Easy - Billy Joel, Madison Square Garden, 1985 - we got tickets through a lottery system. You sent a check and a self-addressed stamped envelope and your tickets came back to you in the mail. How quaint.
- Thank you, no.
- Again, thank you, no.
- Canada (on a school trip to Quebec) followed by the aforementioned France.
- I don't remember but I think it was at Radio City Music Hall in New York. It was the thing to do.
- Thanks for bringing that up - Lunchtime detention, elementary school, with Mr. Zazucha. And just when I thought I had blocked that out.
- New York
- I went off to college and my first roommate never showed, so I had a semester with no roommate (but three suitemates). Second semester, Joe Basi showed up, less than stellar student, but a good pot farmer (remind me to tell you that story some day)
- "I'd like to teach the world to sing . . . " - no really, I guess - is not being tired a good wish?
- I would love to learn to fly and get my pilot's license
- Possibly the Canadian Paw or Ohioan Amy
5 comments:
Wow, Mr. Zazucha - quite a name. What did you do to earn that detention, pray tell? And whatever happened to the pot farmer? My first college roomie would have been a client of your roomie. Did I ever tell you about the time I flushed his stash? Sadly (sniff, sniff), he was expelled sophomore year. Of course, about two years ago I was shown an article online about the film award he won (producing) and about all the money he was making from flipping multi-million dollar homes. So much for cosmic justice.
Interesting stuff. "Not being tired" is an unfortunate wish. I will wish you had more time for relaxation. Just remember that destressing/unwinding is as vital to the human organism as breathing!
Still waiting to hear what you did to get stuck in detention. Not that I'm nosy, or anything.
J - Having blocked out the memory, I'm not sure I can tell you what I did to deserve detention - but I'm sure it wasn't my fault.
Lana - Will you come babysit and Mrs. BA and I will go take naps?
The first time you actually flew on an airplane was with Uncle Juel's money and we went to Florda for our first time to Disney and all that went with it. I believe you were not a good airplane traveler at that time and complained of ear issues.
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