Friday Feast

I slept so well last night.  That could have been because that cat didn’t bother me a bit.  Which, in turn, could have been because my roommate locked him out on the balcony for the night.  I have no idea why she did that.  I went to bed before she got home and left for work before she got up.  I wish I could say that’s because of her rock and roll lifestyle; unfortunately, it’s just a combination of our sucktastic jobs—hers keeping her ridiculously late and mine making me come in super early. 

Appetizer
How old were you when you got your first credit card?
Err..  when I was 16 I opened my own checking account and got a check card.  I remember it vividly because I really had to pee the entire time I was filling out paperwork.  The bank agent probably just thought I was nervous and twitchy.  In college I got a real credit card, though, and I put my birth control on it and paid it off every month.  Now I have spectacular credit!  (Also, several other credit cards avec bills I don’t pay off every month..  But I also have a job now!  Which makes debt ok, right?  Yuck.)

Soup
When was the last time you felt out of place?
The last time?  Like henceforth I shall never feel out of place again?  I used to feel out of place regularly when I was out with my friends who are in law school.  Damn, those people can talk on and on about stuff I know not a thing about.  Now I worry that I’ll feel out of place when I’m back in school because I won’t have anyone to commiserate with.

Salad
Did you have a curfew when you were a teenager? If so, what time did you have to be home?
11:00, no shit.  Sometimes I could work it up to 11:30, if I tried real hard.  My freshman year of college whenever I came home for break, it was 12:00.  My parents weren’t strict, my mom just worked really long hours and had to be up early.  Like any mother, she couldn’t sleep if I wasn’t home; it was all just so she could sleep.  HA!  I fixed that when I got older and tagged her as my all time favorite person to drunk dial!

Main Course
Name a person from history with whom you feel you have something in common.
Eleanor Roosevelt.  We both have chunky ankles.  I have the self-confidence, though, to say I certainly don't resemble her in the rest of my physique.  Just the cankles.

Dessert
When you read a newspaper, which section do you go for first?
Classified ads.  I like them.

(PS–I successfully fiddled with the HTML on this post by hand because it was being tricky.  Yeah, that's right!!  Am genuis!)