Friday, September 5, 2008

I've been tagged. Watch Out, It's Coming Your Way

Non, Je Ne Regrettes Rien has tagged me in one of my favorite games--a simple meme. Thankfully not one that requires critical thinking or creativity. It does require a bit of introspection and a trip down memory lane. Get ready, don't even try to duck. This will be coming to a blog near you soon.

1. Where was I ten years ago?

Sadly, I might have been here. But those were still the days when I traveled, so I might have been in San Antonio, in a hotel room overlooking River Walk, eating my room service dinner on the balcony. I would have finished the meal with a joint, and then joined my friend and fellow make-up artist, Eck, getting drunk and disorderly on the River Walk. Or I might have been in Costa Rica, thumbing my nose at my first love/last love by staying at his Costa Rican lover's house in the wilds outside of San Jose. Or I might have been visiting my friend BB in Santa Barbara, staying at his house overlooking Hendry's Beach. His house was in a lovely location in Yankee Farm, right next to Hope Ranch, and walking distance to Santa Barbara's loveliest beaches. But probably I was here taking care of my crazy mother.

2. What was on my ToDo list today?

Not a damn thing. Well, not really. I did go out for provisions, but it was kind of impulsive and could have easily been put off until tomorrow. I had half way expected a visit from an old friend whose daughter is in town briefly, but daughters visiting are kind of like herding cats. They do what they damn well will. And then while I was off on my impromptu errand my oldest girlfriend dropped by. I was sorry I missed her, but will schedule time with her soon--like tomorrow. I wasn't even going to write a blog post as the billiousness of the Sarah Palin exposure had not yet left me. But then I went visiting and what do you know? I'd been tagged. It could happen to you.

3. And my favorite number. What would I do if I were a billionaire?

Well, I'd start planning some very luxe travel. I will no longer fly. Not even the notion that I could buy or lease my own damn plane would tempt me to fly. I loved train travel and ship travel when I was younger and never really liked flying, not even first class. But I would do some mighty first class train travel from west to east coast visiting blogger friends across the country like you Dcup, and you Randal and you Beach. You all know who you are. And then when I got to New York, I'd board a luxury liner of some sort (do they still exist, I wonder) and sail off to France where I would buy a little flat in Paris for my friend N,JNRR. She and I would travel around the Continent eating in the very most interesting restaurants--not always the best known, and stay in lovely small hotels with divine room service. I would give my house in Salt Lake to Ms M., and then relocate to Santa Barbara. I'd write and read and do good works. I'd live well, but not terribly extravagantly, and offer my hospitality to worn out bloggers and other friends seeking respite for awhile as they write their poems and stories and novels, paint their pictures, compose and play their musical masterpieces. I'd have a couple of cats and a couple of biggish dogs, and I'd be one of Santa Barbara's batty old women. Oh, and send some talented and interesting young people to study abroad or where ever. And when I die, I'd leave a bunch of very happy people richer than they were. It wouldn't be all that long a time to wait, since I'm am the oldest of you all.

4. Five places I've lived.

Paris, Texas
Milan, Italy
San Francisco, California
Middletown, Connecticut
Fayetteville, Arkansas

5. Bad habits.

This is easy. I smoke. Need I say more? Top that, you candy assed babies! I swear like a sailor. I like to be alone, stay up late and sleep in.


1. Dcup
2. Diva Jood
3. Poetryman
4. Beach
5. Linda Sama AHC

Have fun my darlings. And, believe me, it was a relief to avoid another post about The Pitt Bull in Lipstick.


Beach Bum said...

I'll have mine done tomorrow.

Utah Savage said...

Stoic and manly. That's my Beach. I came by your place today and tried to comment but blogger was giving me problems. I even had to sign in and open a new google acct to comment on someone's comment on my own site. WTF?

Linda Sama said...

I'll get on that post soon, sis!

Utah Savage said...

No rush. You've been very bloggy busy lately. I've enjoyed your powerful voice. Glad to give you a small task that you can almost do mindlessly or mindfully which ever is your preference.

Ingrid said...

LOL..well hell UTah..if you lived in Paris wonder you've 'had' to travel after that..escape!
Interesting life you've lead (yes yes, Maggie Maggie, I haven't forgotten) and great answers..I'll have to follow those people for their answers..candy assed what was that again? And swearing like a sailor. That was Elizabeth the first apparently.

I would have nooo clue what to do if I got money like that..great answer're free and unencumbered family/kid wise so that makes an answer always easier..


Randal Graves said...

Utah, you just added another check to the 'why memes are cool' column. It's groovy to grab little snippets of peoples' lives. You know, for blackmailing purposes. I'm just kidding, I'm not a DHS plant.

When you stop on by, we'll party like it's 1899. I wanna wear one of those top hats.

Non, Je ne regrette rien said...

nice work, woman...and so easy! xo

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Anonymous said...

I can do this. Yay! No politics in this post. Nope. None.

And may I say, woman, you have led an interesting life.

DivaJood said...

Oh, just catching up - what a fun post. Thanks for tagging me. And I stand by several earlier comments I've made to you: you have lead a very colorful life.