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| PUTTING ON MY THINKING CAP. |
1. What is your favorite holiday destination?
It used to be Palm Springs, California... until we moved there, opened a hotel in 2001, and lost our shirts. Since moving in July to Sevilla, I feel like I'm at a permanent holiday destination. Then again, my fantasy escape has always been an uncrowded beach, with nothing other than the crashing waves and the birds for background music.
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| LA ALAMEDA DE HERCULES, SEVILLA. PERMANENT VACATION. |
2. If you were on death row, what would your last meal be?
I don't eat when I'm stressed.
3. If you could invite anyone for dinner, living or dead, who would it be?
My big sister. I idolized her (and she me... we were a strange pair). She died 31 years ago just before I met San Geraldo. I would love to tell her all that's happened since then. (She would love San Geraldo.)
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I would turn my back and walk away from it. I don't want to know the future. And I wouldn't want to risk changing anything in the past — having no idea what impact that would have on the present or the future.
Or... to tomorrow to find out the winning lottery numbers and then come right back to today to buy the tickets. (When we lived in San Diego and San Geraldo traveled to China on business — putting him 18 hours ahead of me — I asked him to check the paper for the winning lottery numbers so I could buy that ticket. He wouldn't do it. I'm not quite sure if he thought it would be dishonest or that it was simply idiotic... Well, I really am quite sure.)
5. What is your earliest memory?
My memory works in strange ways. I can hear a commercial jingle once and remember it the rest of my life. I can tell you what I was wearing the day I met San Geraldo in 1981 (Fiorucci jeans and a green ribbed T-shirt). But, I can't remember where I put the toolbox.
Earliest memories are all from before the age of 1-1/2. The very rickety, old, dark-wood porch on the back of my parents' apartment in Brooklyn and how it creaked and squeaked when anyone stepped onto it. Taking a bath with my sister (when I was under 1-1/2 and she was under 4), and my mother's hand-mirror got knocked into the tub and cracked. Holding my mother's hand while standing on a new street on Long Island seeing the foundation being poured for our new house.
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| BEING DANGLED OVER THE RICKETY PORCH... VERY CONCERNED. |
6. Your favorite perfume or cologne?
It used to be Royal Copenhagen Musk. Now it's Versace Pour Homme.
7. Your best birthday gift?
When Jerry's mother and his two sisters flew to San Diego and surprised me at the 40th birthday party Jerry was throwing (even though Jerry didn't think to invite them from so far away). If the Dowager Duchess (my mother) had known, she would have done the same thing (so that was sad). Also, that same birthday when our friend Jim wrote a very funny and touching poem in my honor. (He wrote a very funny and racy poem, too. But, I'm keeping that one to myself.)
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| © JRW, 1994 |
8. Your worst birthday gift?
I have no idea.
9. Your favorite flowers?
Daffodils. Before my sister got married and she was still living with my parents, when the first spring daffodils were being sold at the flower stalls outside the subway stations, she would pick up a bunch for my mother on her way home. They always make me think of her.
10. Your first kiss — who/where?
I think I was about 14 when I had my first real kiss. She was my girlfriend in 8th or 9th grade and then again in part of 10th grade. She and I hadn't spoken since high school and reestablished contact about three years ago. She reads my blog. I have no idea where we were when we kissed. I know I wasn't very good at it — thinking the harder I pressed my lips against hers, the better the kiss. First kiss with a man? Boston, when I was 26. I knew a little more by then. And I'm not telling either of their names. That's all you get.
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| LONG BEFORE THE FIRST KISS. ALREADY IRRESISTIBLE. |
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