Welcome back! Believe it or not, we got tagged a third time for this meme, by Jone of Check It Out!. That’s what happens when you procrastinate on responding to the first tag. Good thing we’d already planned a sequel.
Here’s part two of our response to the 8 Things Meme. This time, we’ll be listing 8 things not many people know about each other. Mwah-ha-ha-ha!
The rules, again, are as follows:
Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
eisha: Here’s my list of 8 Things You May Not Know About Jules. I’ll try to keep it clean…
* I call her by her nickname, Jules, on the blog; but I’ve always called her by her actual first name, Julie, in person. Sometimes when blog readers meet me and ask “Where’s Jules?” I don’t immediately know who they’re talking about, because I only recognize that name in print.
* She is a Simpsons fanatic. Seriously, rabidly hardcore.
* She wants to learn to play the piano. And she is just as deeply passionate about music as she is about books, especially folky/bluegrassy/indie singer/songwriter type women like Gillian Welch, Sam Phillips and Patty Griffin.
* She’s a very talented actress. Not just in the shadow-interpreting children’s theatre group she started, but I mean as a straight-up, regular stage actress. I especially loved her performance as Millie in Picnic.
* She already told you she was a die-hard Barry Manilow fan. But she didn’t mention that she even went to a concert when she was very young, and had a big homemade sign that said “Julie loves Barry!” or something. A random guy let her sit on his shoulders during the song “Oh Julie” and Mr. Manilow saw her and WINKED AT HER.
* The two cats she had when we lived together are the reason I don’t ever want to share living space with another cat. Ever. Sorry, J, but your love made you blind to their evilness. I think your husband will back me up on this. And most of our friends. But it’s a testament to your inherent goodness that you loved them anyway.
* I think she’s the reason my husband and I finally started dating. We’d all been friends together for a couple of years (undergrad), and B. and I had this very difficult chemistry/tension thing going on, which made it hard to be just friends; but we kept dating other people which prevented us from becoming more than friends. I didn’t realize how obvious, or how annoying, this had become to those around us, until… One lovely spring day Julie and I were walking across campus, and she was relating some very sweet and flattering thing B. had said about me, and then… she turned to me, literally knocked me to the ground with her notebook, and yelled something like “WOULD YOU TWO PLEASE JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY???” I’m not sure of her exact words because my ears were ringing from the force with which she had just hit me in the head with her 3-ring binder (it was a hefty one – she was always a good student and a diligent note-taker). But I got the gist, and we started dating that summer.
Jules: Here’s my list of 8 Things You May Not Know About Eisha. I’ll also try to keep it clean . . .
* Even though she’s always looked very young for her age, for some reason she was repeatedly cast as old ladies in Maryville College stage productions. (Hmmmm, come to think of it, I even directed a show once and cast her that way, too. Guilty as charged).
* She was a teetotaller all. through. college. Seriously.
* She never actually sneezes but stops just short of them.
* She really wants a dog.
* She seriously loves Bonnie Raitt’s “Angel from Montgomery”, Lucinda Williams’ “Hot Blood,”, and Dusty Springfield’s “Son of a Preacher Man.” But don’t even bring up Tori Amos around her (and she was even that way about Tori back when her lyrics actually made sense and she wasn’t admitting to talking to the fairies who fly around her). In fact, she doesn’t quite care for piano-based rock altogether (think Elton John or Ben Folds). Oh and we figured out that we were at the same Camper Van Beethoven and 10,000 Maniacs concert in high school, though we didn’t know each other then. One final music-related fact: I saw her the day Jerry Garcia died, and the news really bummed her out.
* Don’t ever jokingly call her “Ishtar.” I think she got that a bit too much when the movie was out. Oh, and speaking of her name, notice that she never capitalizes the initial “e” of her name, if she can get away with it.
* She makes a really good omelette and wicked good strong coffee (which is how all coffee should be). And she loves turnip greens.
* Two final things in one: I don’t know if I’ve ever told her this, but she’s the primary reason I wanted to study children’s lit. When we were roommates, she’d bring home beautiful picture books from her library job and leave them on what passed as our dining room table, and I’d read them. And I got hooked. I also think I love coffee as much as I do because of her. In college, before it became really hip to do it and before there was a Starbucks on every corner, we used to drink coffee all the time — mostly in her dorm room after play rehearsals — and sit and talk and laugh. Because of that, I think, I’ve always associated coffee with sitting down with a friend and catching up, like giving a little gift to yourself in the middle of a busy day, as corny as that might sound. That might sound odd, but drinking coffee has that association in my mind, and now I’m hooked (in a good way). And I’d never thought of coffee as a treat ’til I met her (I mean, you should have her whip you up her variation of Mexican Coffee some time — half hot chocolate, half coffee, some vanilla, some cinnamon, a bit of Kahlua. Mmmmmm).
Guess we have to tag others now . . .
eisha: Aw, Jules. I’m torn between feeling all gushy-mushy about the sweet things you’ve said, and guilt over finding out that I’m your big caffeine enabler friend. I had no idea. Everyone else thinks my coffee is too strong.
Anyway, since everyone and their pet parakeets have done this meme already, and since we had so much fun doing it for each other, I think we should tag other bloggers who also have an opportunity to list 8 heretofore unknown things about their co-bloggers if they want to. Of course, participation is optional. 7-Imp hereby tags:
And hey, why not…
Thanks to everyone who tagged us. It’s been cool reading everyone else’s fun facts.