A random “fun facts about me” game has circulated on flickr for the past few weeks. It’s called “8 Truths & 1 Lie” and it is pretty obvious what you’re supposed to do: Post a photo, write 8 true facts and 1 lie about yourself, tag some friends, and see who can guess the lie.
I have enjoyed reading the interesting facts about my flickr friends and getting to know them better through this little game. I wasn’t planning on participating, but after the third person tagged me, I gave in to the peer pressure and decided to play along rather than be a party pooper.
Since weird, random stuff happens to me all the time, I had plenty of material with which to work. I could’ve just left the short answers on my flickr page, but it seemed like it would be more fun to go into detail about the facts and the one little almost-truth. (Please refer to the original post for the 8 truths and 1 lie.)
1. True. I really did have dinner with the supermodel Iman. Yes, that Iman, the one who is married to David Bowie. She is absolutely gorgeous, gracious, sweet and funny. Iman was in Miami to promote her new cosmetics line and her book, “The Beauty of Color,” and I was working at the Miami New Times and was invited to a special dinner with Iman at the Setai. My coworker, Patrice, and I were beyond excited about the dinner. There were other press folks there, but it was still an intimate dinner – and Iman wanted to sit across from me and Patrice, which was the coolest. We talked about vegetarianism and makeup, we ordered mojitos, and I asked her about David. “Dave is good!” she said. “He’s busy, working on different projects.” Dave. David Bowie. Ground control to Major Tom: I had dinner with Iman. Iman hugged and kissed me. Iman hugs and kisses David Bowie. Wow.
Um, I had dinner with Iman. For real.
2. True. I do have a fear of heights and flying. Well, I guess I have a fear of falling, crashing, and dying. Who doesn’t? I take Xanax before boarding a plane so I will be asleep or totally out of it if the big bird goes belly-up. I once read that the fear of heights is rooted in a person’s fear that they won’t be able to stop themselves from jumping off a cliff, bridge, or building. I get that. Like, when I lived in Boston and rode the T every day, I always had a fear that someone would push me in front of a subway train. Crazy and irrational, of course, but still a real fear in my brain. Having said that, I love the adrenalin rush of being high in the sky. I love roller coasters, I always seek out the highest observation point when I travel, and I did really fly in a biplane. The funny thing is that I can no longer play on the swings, because it makes me puke. Same goes for the teacup ride at Disney. Yeah, it makes no sense.
3. True. That was an awesome road trip that was planned around the fact that I had to be in Peoria, Illinois on a certain date for my mom’s memorial/burial. I didn’t want to just fly or drive up for just that; it would’ve been too sad. So I planned on going on this really cool adventure all by myself. I researched places I wanted to visit, things I wanted to see, and friends I could meet up with on the second half of the trip. One thing I learned is that most people are genuinely kind at heart. I met so many wonderful friends along the way that I never would have interacted with had I been traveling with my boyfriend. People treated me to drinks and dinner, told me where to find free parking, and recommended eateries and cool things to do. And more than one person told me that they could never do what I was doing – traveling alone. I was never scared; I trusted my gut.
I ate beignets in New Orleans, walked the Faulkner tour of Oxford, took the VIP tour of Graceland, hung out on Beale Street during the day (when it is more civilized), stood outside the Lorraine and paid my respects to MLK, had a beer at Ernestine & Hazel’s and was allowed to wander around the upstairs of the old brothel, saw the St. Louis Cardinals play at Busch Stadium, toured Abe Lincoln’s house, visited my old haunts in Central Illinois, went an architectural boat tour in Chicago, hung out with a friend who failed to find me deep dish pizza after 10 p.m. (I still love you, Josh), stayed with one of my bestest gay boyfriends ever and his amazing fiancé in Lafayette (Ind.), saw the world’s largest baseball bat and ate at Lynn’s Paradise Café in Louisville, toured Rock City, and spent my last night on the road with another wonderful gay boyfriend in Columbus (Ga.). It was fan-freakin’-tastic.
The thing is, had my mother been alive, she would have freaked out about me traveling across the country by myself. But I carried a small urn of her ashes in my purse and her spirit guided me and kept me safe.
4. True. I grew up watching sports with my dad and brother. I dated a baseball player in high school. I spent some time as a cheerleader and some other time in marching band, so I went to many games. I am a swimmer, and I ran track in junior high and high school. I like sports. I really like going to live sporting events in large stadiums. It’s fun. Tailgating is fun. I have a Fantasy Football team, the Bunny Grunts (in the Kenosha Kosher League conference commissioned by my previously mentioned Chicago friend, Josh). No apologies. This truth probably has a lot to do with No. 6 on this list.
5. True. The VMAs were crazy. It really was surreal, for real. Hurricane Katrina had passed by Miami with a lot of wind and rain. I remember there was a big MTV Moon Man statue in front of one of the South Beach hotels that blew over in the storm. By the time the awards ceremony went live, Katrina was nailing New Orleans. Snoop Dogg, Beyonce, My Chemical Romance and Green Day were sitting right there in front of us. Well, in front of us and a level below us, but still, they were right there. Snoop – Snoop-a-loop! – was all pimped out, as usual. (I didn’t see the man in the green hat, though.)
I was with my BFF Jean. (See? I do have a few close female friends.) We were just so giddy to be at the VMAs. People were watching this spectacle live on TV and we were there. From our seats we could see behind one of the stages, and some fight broke out among a bunch of rappers. So cliché. The weirdest part was R. Kelly performing a stage version of chapter of his “Trapped in a Closet” series. Most of the audience had gone to the bathroom or out to smoke during it, but the few who remained kept looking at each other with these “What the fu..?” looks. So freakin’ weird.
6. True. My best friends from high school – and even a few from elementary school – are still my best friends today. I have wonderful friends from library school, too. But we’re all scattered across the country, now. I have many straight male friends, including a few ex-boyfriends. In fact, the wife of one of my ex-bfs became one of my besties the second I met her. And I have a lot of gay boyfriends who are always there for me, no matter what. I have learned that there are too many fair-weather friends and too many mean girls who are competitive and jealous instead of loving and supportive. I don’t have time for that. I will be encouraging, but I am not going to kiss anyone’s ass. You can lean on me, but if you have one drama after another and never learn from your mistakes, you really need a therapist and I’m not qualified. And don’t try to change me. Love me warts and all or get out of my way.
7. LIE! I almost got kicked out of a Goth club in Salt Lake City. Seriously. As soon as the flash went off, I was strong-armed by a giant Mormon bouncer who was probably a former BYU offensive lineman, but the nice guy in the “I ♥ Mormon Pussy” T-shirt and his friend came to my defense. I got to stay, but I had to put my camera away. They can’t have photographic evidence of an LDS drinking, or something. Whatever. I got the best photo of the night, so I was done. Utah is a strange and beautiful state.
8. True. Months will go by and then all of a sudden another subpoena will show up in the mail. That guy, Meck, was in jail for a long time. I guess he had assault priors and drug charges on top of the assault with a deadly weapon (yes, if you try to run someone over with your car it is considered a deadly weapon) and resisting arrest charges. I was worried about his dog, though. I hope he had a friend who came to take care of his dog. Meck was nuts. He had a serious rage disorder, although he was always very nice to me. He was from France and his mailbox was next to mine. The label on it read “P. LaBelle” and I would jokingly tell my friends that Patti was my neighbor. I’m sure she is less of a diva than Meck.
9. True. Joey was 18 and I was 35 when we met, although I thought he was about 24 and he thought I was maybe 28. The story of how we met is a whole blog in itself (it’s already been written, so I’ll have to dig it out of my archives). We are still very good friends today and always will be. Today happens to be his birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JOEY!!
Damn. That’s a freaking long blog. Good times, though. Good times.