From Friday's Feast
If you could take lessons to learn any musical instrument, which would you want to learn?
Oh, what I wouldn't give to learn to play the piano. Not one of those electric Suzuki things, but a big, bangin' Baldwin baby grand (how much alliteration can I fit in that line?) I've got a bit of a musical streak and have always regretted the fact that I can't put the tunes I hear in my head on paper.
Have you ever mistaken a person for someone else?
A few times. I vaguely remember approaching a girl, cheerily yelling to grab the attention of who I thought my best friend of the time. Not so much. It was very much an "Oh, psyche!" moment.
On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being highest, how well do you keep secrets?
It depends. I've got a few deep-dark, never tell anyone secrets rattling around in my noggin. I'm good at keeping the top-secret, super serious stuff on the down low. The other stuff, if you preface it with the Hey don't tell anyone, most of the time I can keep it quiet. But that leads me to wonder - who am I to make the judgment call about your secret? Why can't the someone-likes-so-and-so secret be as hush hush as the someone-coping-with-a-life-crisis secret? Thoughts?
What's the closest you've ever been to a dangerous animal?
Well, a couple of my past dates were dangerous animals. I remember a crazy ass wild dog chasing me around the neighborhood when I was seven and trooping around, selling Girl Scout cookies. Oh, and I once held a Copperhead snake or some other poisonous thing when I was, like, three years old - but the snake had already been de-fanged. Crisis averted.
When was the last time you lost your patience?
Gosh. I'm a patient person. Sometimes things at work press my buttons, but I'm not the type to explode easily.