A couple of weeks ago, I signed up for The Great Interview Experiment. There are few things in life I enjoy more than talking about myself, and asking other people personal questions, so the combination of those two activities was an experience I could not pass up. I was interviewed by the oh so fabulous Darcey, a.k.a. The Muse of Strip Search City, and I very much hope she doesn't mind me posting the interview here. It's been kind of a busy couple of days at work, so, you know, free blog fodder! Can't pass it up!
I think she came up with a lot of really fun questions, so without further preamble, on with the show!
1) First off, congratulations on your wedding - the pictures were beautiful! What was the inspiration for your wedding colors?
you so much! My colors were red and ivory, with hints of gold, and
like most of my wedding planning decisions, were kind of a no-brainer
for me. Red has been my absolute favorite color for as long as I can
remember. I love its richness and warmth, and honestly, what girl
doesn't look fabulous is a stunning red dress! I chose ivory rather
than white because all of the white dresses I tried on made me look
like the Corpse Bride. On top of that, our wedding was in late
November, and I thought it was a nice nod to the holidays without
hitting people over the head with snowflakes, reindeer, and stockings.
2) What would you do if you and your husband supported vastly opposing football teams? (Case in point: my bf and I are polar opposites - I'm a UGA grad, and he's a GaTech/Tennessee fan.) Do you think it would have any great impact on your relationship?
That's a tough one to answer since I've never had to face the tragedy of seriously dating a fan of an opposing team! I would like to say that the power of our love is strong enough to overcome his misguided affection for a team like Auburn or Tennessee, but I don't know. We would probably just have to have separate residences from September through January!
3) Yay, another fan of the great and powerful Eddie Izzard! Of his stand-up shows, which is your favorite and why? And also, have you been watching "The Riches" - what do you think of it?
Oh, I adore Eddie! Is it just me, or is he the only man who can pull off lipstick, eyeliner, blush, and high heels and still be supremely sexy? A friend introduced me to his stand-up when I was in college and I've never found another comedian who can make me laugh as hard. I have a very soft spot in my heart for Dress to Kill, as it was the first show of his I ever saw, and I still find myself offering people the choice between cake or death and always giggle when anyone asks me if I want a cup of coffee. I love that you get what is essentially a history lesson over the course of his shows and his humor is so intelligent and referential, but he can also drop an f-bomb like nobody's business! I've actually never seen The Riches. I know, I know! I was so excited when I heard about it, and then I just never knew when it was on or what channel--still don't come to think of it. Anyway, it's definitely on my list of things to watch before I die.
4) If you could live in any city in the world, where would you go and why?
I would absolutely love to live overseas some day, for just a couple of years. I am in love with Howth, Ireland, a quaint, picturesque town on a peninsula, just a short DART ride away from Dublin--but I don't know how long I could stand living that far away from all of my family and friends with those tiny, tiny bathrooms. Within the states, my current obsession is San Francisco. I've been dreaming of living in the Bay Area for well over a year now. I love the weather there as well as the thought of being within driving distance of mountains, beaches, woods, and great shopping. I love that I already have good friends that live there, and I just find the city charming. It just fits all of my criteria for the perfect place to live. Except for the real estate prices. Those suck.
5) Are you a believer of destiny/fate or is everything just chance and luck?
I believe that we choose our fates. One of my favorite pastimes is thinking back over all of the decisions I have made in my life that have led me to where I am now. I've managed to get as far back as 9th grade, when I opted to take Junior ROTC for two years rather than one and a half years of gym. That turned into four years of Army JROTC, which led to an AFROTC scholarship, which is how I met my husband, and how I ended up in Washington when the Air Force stationed him here. I had a miserable time for the two and a half years that I spent in the Air Force, and many days spent wonder why on earth I had ever signed up for that life, but in the end I truly believe that it was my destiny to be there because it brought me to the life that I have today. I could have made a very different choice at thirteen and taken gym, and I'm sure that my life would be very different right now, but when I made that decision to enroll in a different class I chose a different fate. I'm pretty sure I just made zero sense.
6) How/why did you start blogging?
I actually started blogging in college, about six years ago, I just didn't know that's what it was called. I had a bunch of super-geek, computer whiz friends and one of them randomly offered to build me a website. I remember thinking, what the heck am I going to do with a website? But it was free, and I was probably bored, so I said sure, and while you're at it make it very flowery. And so he did. And I wrote about my life for about six months until I got distracted and went to a movie or something. No one ever read it outside of my circle of friends, and I completely forgot about it for almost three years. Then I entered the real world and started my job and got bored again. A couple of my friends that lived far away had these websites that they would write about their lives on, and I started clicking on some of the links on their sites (what I would now call their "blogroll"), and I was hooked. I read silently for about four or five months before I realized that I too could get a blog, and then when I was at work I could write on it and comment on other people's and it would look like I was working! Brilliant! And so my blog was born in August of 2005 and I never looked back.
7) What kind of pizza do you like - do you always go with a specific chain, or does it vary? And do you and your husband agree on toppings?
Lucky, lucky girl that I am, Colby and I are in agreement not only about our love for the LSU Tigers, but also for Papa John's pizzas with light sauce, extra cheese, and black olives and/or mushrooms. Are we not a match made in heaven?? Unfortunately, Papa John's does not recognize our neighborhood as a legitimate residential area, and so we are forced to turn to Papa Murphy's and Pizza Hut. It's not the same, but when you need a pizza, you need a pizza!
8) You mentioned sending Colby into the lingerie department to find a replacement sticky bra for the Air Force Ball - is there anything that you wouldn't send him to the store for - whether it's because it would be too complicated for your hubby (makeup, perhaps?) or just isn't worth trying to explain the details?
no, after that, he totally sealed his fate. I will now send him to the
store for anything. Any man who can successfully select a stick-on bra
can do anything in my book. Although I will admit I'm hesitant to
allow him to go grocery shopping without me. He always comes home with
the most bizarre generic items, and I am very choosy about which brands
I prefer. But he's learning. I'd say within the next year or so, he
will be fully licensed to go to the grocery store without my
9) You seem to stay fairly active - what is your favorite form of exercise?
Hm, yes, I think once upon a time I did indeed do something other than sit on the couch and stare at the moving pictures on the other side of the room. Running is absolutely the greatest exercise in the world, both in terms of how many calories your burn and how quickly the results start to show in your legs and core. Unfortunately, running also destroys your knees, hips, and ankles, and in the past year I really started to feel it. So, the next best thing for me is the elliptical machine. It simulates the motion of running, but without the nasty joint pain side effects. It doesn't burn quite as many calories, and it doesn't start to show for a bit longer, but I'm sure my eighty-year-old self will thank me some day!
10) And everyone has one of these... what is your best drinking story?
Oh, nice. Okay, well, there are a bunch of really great ones, but since this is a family blog (i.e. My mother and father know of its existence and read on a regular basis), I think I'll stick with a story they've heard before and isn't too shocking. Admittedly, it involves only an average amount of drinking, but at least it was underage, and it did take place in a house of spirits!
So, when I was eighteen, I called home to let my mom know that I was going to Ireland for six weeks over the summer, and did she want to by my airplane ticket? Seriously, when they're pitching those study abroad programs, they do NOT warn you about the horrifying cost of international airfare. And so it came to pass that I spent half of the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of college in Ireland. After our four weeks of class in Dublin, we had two weeks of free travel. I had decided to travel around the perimeter of Ireland on my own for a week, and then meet a friend in Dingle for the last week. It was amazing, fabulous, and the greatest experience of my life, until our last weekend before meeting back up with our group. We'd had a very fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants approach to traveling, and typically made our reservations in a hostel on the day we arrived in the city. This all worked very well until we tried to make reservations for our last night on our own in Dublin, only to find out that it was a bank holiday weekend and EVERYTHING was booked.
We meandered sadly over to our local pub, plunked ourselves at the bar and began pounding back the ciders (me) and Guiness (her). At some point over the course of the evening, we decided that our best option would be to stay at the pub until they kicked us out, and then wander down to St. Stephen's Green where we would take turns sleeping on a bench. We'd had a fair amount to drink at this point, which I'm sure is why this seemed like a remotely reasonable proposition. As the night wore on and the locals trickled out, we were left nearly alone at the bar, surrounded by our various backpacks and shattered dreams. The bartender struck up a conversation with us, and when he discovered that we were seriously planning to spend the night in a public park, he was understandably horrified. Due to the combination of his fear that we would be attacked in the night by a crew of homeless Irish folk and his attraction to my friend's very large breasts, he offered up his tiny apartment over the pub. We weighed our options and eventually determined it would be easier to fend off one suspect Irishman than twenty, and agreed to his proposition. We all drank a bit more together, invoking that unbreakable bond of drunkenness, and eventually stumbled upstairs to his loft. The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning in the bartender's bed (I was alone--he was quite the gentleman, and also I was not the one with large breasts), my friend shaking my shoulder viciously and insisting that we needed to leave NOW.
It turns out that in some point in the night she had looked over at his head and noticed that it was crawling with lice. It was never determined whether this was indeed the case or if it was the pot they had been smoking talking. Regardless, we scurried to the nearest drugstore and as soon as we were able to get into the dorm room that we'd managed to secure at Trinity College, spent the rest of the afternoon scrubbing ourselves raw with every bottle of Rit we'd been able to lay hands on. And so ends the longest drinking story known to man.
Such great questions, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to ramble on about myself extensively! I'll be posting the interview that I conducted as soon as I get the answers back--no pressure Erin!