Saturday 9

Saturday 9: Changes

1. Tell us about one thing that you'd change about yourself if you could. My weight. I hate being a pudge.

2. Mattel decides to make a Barbie-like (or Ken-like) doll of you -- what would be the most important accessory or accessories they would absolutely have to package you with in order to portray your lifestyle? A big purse, iPod and sunglasses. No outfit is complete without them.

3. Hey, do you like surprises? If yes, what kinds? Not really. Surprises can make me uncomfortable because, to borrow from my shrink, I like to control what the audience sees and surprises make that more difficult.

4. What was the last snail mail that you received that was significant? A thank-you note from a coworker who appreciated my efforts to make her new baby feel welcome in the world.

5. If you could pick out a brand new nickname for yourself, what would you choose and why? I have a few nicknames already, and they're fine with me.

6. John Edward's mistress was on Oprah this past Thursday. She stated that no third person can break up a marriage, so it had to be broken before the two started doing the nasty. Do you buy that? Yes. People who value their relationships can most certainly be tempted, but they choose not respond to temptation. Even John Edwards is a high functioning mammal with free will, after all.

7. Do you think it is okay to keep secrets from your s/o? Yes. My romantic history is my own damn business, thank you very much. (Not my medical history, but my romantic one.)

8. Have you ever played Truth or Dare? If yes, what's the weirdest dare that you did? Oh, God! I'm sorry but I don't remember that far back.

9. What, in hindsight, the stupidest thing that you have ever done? Let me preface this story by saying, this was the 80s -- I did a few lines of coke to prepare for a party and then, when I got there, was distressed by the crappy selection of booze that was being served. I'm not a Mateus Rose gal. So I swigged from my own bottle of Korbel and before I knew it, the bottle was empty. In little more than an hour. The coke stopped me from puking or acting too drunk, but it certainly clouded my judgement. My friend John, one of the world's great partiers, was frightened by the prospect of alcohol poisoning and took me under his wing. When JOHN thinks you have had enough, you have had enough.