Wednesday, August 15, 2012

That time when I was famous

During one of my trips home, my Dad pulled out a copy of Rolling Stone and told me there was something he wanted me to see.

"I don't know what it is. But there is something about this picture that looks so much like you."

He showed me an article about the movie The Dreamers- a film about a an American student studying in Paris who falls into a love triangle with a brother and sister (thank you, Wikipedia). My Dad pointed out this picture:

When I got back to my place, I rummaged through my photographs until I found it. The reason that picture had such a strange resemblance to me.

Man- if I had a dollar for every time someone said- 'Hey- aren't you that girl that was in that weird NC-17 movie about an American kid sleeping with French siblings?'....

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Best Advice Ever

When I was in high school I was President of the anti-drug and alcohol club at my school. Yep.

Dernt der drergs- they're berd!

Around prom, we set up a "pen pal" program with a local elementary school, where the youngins would write high school students letters encouraging them to have fun at prom while staying safe. This is one of the letters we got. I could not have put it better.

My favorite part is the warning about "ecstacy and angeldust." It's true- you might hallucinate.

Friday, August 3, 2012

You know that awkward moment where....

You think someone is waving to you and, even though you don't recognize them, you wave back- just to realize they were waving at someone behind you and you're left flailing, trying to decide what to do with your hand to play off the fact that you just waved at a total stranger. Run it through your hair? Scratch a fake itch?

Once, during my Freshman year in college, I was on the receiving end of one of these awkward situations. The guy I was seeing and I decided to go on a very fancy date night to a high end restaurant. We dressed up, acted like we were adults who had class, and headed to the restaurant.. Once we were there, we fumbled over the menu, made a mess with the bread and butter, and didn't order booze out of fear of being pinned for under age and thrown out onto the street like a character in a predictable cartoon.

While we started to make our way through our sober, awkward, fancy dinner, the waiter came over with a bottle of wine. He leaned it against one arm so we could see the label and let us know it was from the gentleman at the bar. Confused, we turned toward the bar to find a man waving at us. Unsure, we both gave half smiles and waved back. As soon as we did this the man's face dropped. He rushed across the restaurant and stuttered out an apology. He thought we were someone else. Keep the wine. (Giving it back never occurred to me.) Sorry. Enjoy the wine, though. With deep crimson cheeks, he turned and quickly made his way back to the bar and avoided eye contact with us for the rest of the night.

That was awkward but at least we got wine out of it. Was it good? How the hell do I know? I was 19 and just trying to keep my bread crumbs under control.

(Not like I would know if it was good these days, either. And I'm still trying to keep my bread crumbs under control. Keeping it classy.)