1. Who was your FIRST prom date?

Did the “alternate” prom thing – getting drunk by the pier on Lake St. Clair with other like-minded classmates. The cops came and shooed us all away, but not until they shone a spotlight on one of the guys taking a leak off the pier.

2. Who was your FIRST love and do you still talk with him/her?

Steve Marino. I loved him from afar for a long while in high school. Then, I worked registration at the local community college, entering the classes in which students enrolled into a pre-computer machine. I got his schedule to input and enrolled myself in the same economics class. He helped me study and we began seeing each other for coffee and study sessions – never anything more; we were both kind of shy. We made a bet on an econ exam and since I lost the bet (or did I really win?), I had to take him out for a beer. We kissed that night. Then, it was back to coffee and talk.

Then I met a guy at a Who concert who asked me out. I told Steve about it, hoping to make him jealous and spur him to declare his undying love for me. Instead, he wished me luck and said that if the guy treated me bad, he’d break his arms (Steve was, after all, Italian).

I dated the guy from the Who concert for a while, but it wasn’t meant to be. I heard through the grapevine that Steve was engaged to a girl who wore black nail polish. He sent me a romantic birthday card, and I never heard from him again. I think he married the girl with the black fingernails.

Shortly after all that I met the wonderful, funny man who would become my husband. We’ve been together 31 years.

3. What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?

Mad Dog – Mogen David 20/20.

4. What was your FIRST job?

Scooping ice cream at Alinosi’s Ice Cream Parlor on Eight Mile and Kelly roads in Detroit. People came from miles around for the spumoni.

5. What was your FIRST car?

A 1967 Mercury Brougham with naked women painted on it. Here’s my post if you want to check it out:

6. Who was the FIRST person to text you today?

My husband.

7. Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?

My son.

8. Who was your FIRST grade teacher?

Sister Pius at St. Stanislaus School in Detroit.

9. When and where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?

I was 17 and I flew to Spain.

10. Who was your FIRST best friend & do you still talk?

Vita, and we keep in semi-contact via Facebook.

11. Where was your FIRST sleepover?

Vita’s house.

12. Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?

My husband.

13. Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?

Vita’s. In my post about my breasts, I mention the dress I wore when I stood up in her wedding. It’s a funny story.

14. What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?

Made myself a cup of fancy coffee and hit the computer.

15. What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?

Alice Cooper with opening act Steely Dan at Cobo Hall in Detroit. Gosh, Cobo Hall was such a cool place for concerts before the dawn of the arena era. I saw so many great concerts there.

 16. FIRST tattoo?

Don’t have any.

17. FIRST piercing?

Ears. Pierced them myself in my mom’s kitchen. I was 14. My boss at the ice cream parlor said she’d do it, but she cancelled, and since I HAD to have pierced ears that very night or else the world would stop revolving, I did it myself with matches, a needle and a bar of soap. I still can’t believe I did it.

18. FIRST foreign country you've been to?

Canada – my family lived in Windsor when I was a child. For traveling on my own, it was Spain.

19. FIRST movie you remember seeing in the theater?

“The Sound of Music.”

20. FIRST Detention you had?

I was a sly troublemaker, so I never served a detention.

21. What was the FIRST state you lived in?

Michigan. I’m still here, and I can’t get out.

22. If you had three wishes, what would the FIRST one be?

To have my dad back again.

23. What is the FIRST thing you would learn if you had the chance?

Now that I've figured out how to insert links (see the two I did all by myself above), I'd love to learn the piano. I took lessons for a short while as a child, but quit for assorted reasons. I’ve always regretted that.