…but sometimes I do 🙂
1] Who was your FIRST prom date?
Harry Johnston. The Number 1 Geek of our class (I was Number Two). I didn’t really want to go with him (we were friends, but that was definitely it as far as I was concerned), but it obviously took him so much effort to ask, that I didn’t have the heart to say no.
 Do you still talk to your FIRST love?
I consider MrPloppy to be my first real love (I had crushes previously, but nothing serious), so yes.
 What was your FIRST alcoholic drink?
Probably wine. Alcohol was never a big deal in our house – it was just something you enjoyed with dinner, so I assume my first drink would have been at the family dinner table sometime in my teens.
 What was your FIRST job?
Apart from working in my father’s shop (which involved too much slacking around and reading in the stockroom to be a real job), it would either be an after school job I had tutoring kids at a Social Welfare home, or a weekend job in a sandwich bar. Both were while I was at high school, but I can’t remember which came first. My first proper grown-up job (as in full-time, permanent), was teaching maths at a high school on the West Coast. Bad mistake on all counts.
 What was your FIRST car?
Um, it’s grey? And we haven’t even got it at the moment, because we lent it to a colleague of mine. It’s really MrPloppy’s anyway – I don’t drive.
 Who was the FIRST person to text you today?
Nobody, so far. My phone’s probably off anyway 🙂
 Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
Myself, probably 😉
 Who was your FIRST grade teacher?
Didn’t have one. However, my Primer One teacher was Mrs Bell. She was my uncle’s wife’s mother, and I remember insisting that there must be some sort of familial term for that, and that it should also give me some sort of advantage at school.
 Where did you go on your FIRST ride on an airplane?
Dunedin, I think. It was when I was about 8, and as a treat, instead of having to go all the way from Greymouth to Dunedin by car, one time Mum and Dad put me on a plane in Christchurch, and met me at the other end (actually, I assume my grandparents must have met me off the plane or something, because otherwise I would have had a very long wait at Dunedin airport!). All I really remember about the trip is that I got lollies 🙂
 Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?
Fenella Jefferson. Our mothers were friends when we were toddlers, so of course we became bestest friends forever and stayed so right through primary school. Then sometime during high school we realised we had absolutely nothing in common other than history, and drifted apart. I was going to say we do still get in touch when we happen to be in the same city, but thinking about it, the last time that happened I was living in London, so it’s got to be 10 years ago at least. So no, not still friends.
 What was your FIRST sport played?
No idea. Something horrific we were forced to do at school, probably. I always hated sports at school, a feeling that wasn’t improved by the barbaric practice of letting kids pick the teams (so of course I was always picked last – don’t PE teachers realise how many kids have been put off sport completely by that sort of continual rejection?).
 Where was your FIRST sleep over?
Don’t remember, but probably at Fenella’s place. We slept at each other’s house all the time.
 Who was the FIRST person you talked to today?
MrPloppy (unless you count the cats, who were awake before he was)
 Whose wedding were you in the FIRST time?
I think I was a flower girl or something at my uncle’s wedding. I don’t remember it, but I vaguely recall seeing a photo of me with the wedding party.
 What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
 What was the FIRST concert you ever went to?
Another I don’t remember (I’m really good at this meme thing, aren’t I? See why I don’t do them?). Seeing as dad used to work in radio, there’s a fair chance I was taken along to concerts as a child (my parents were into giving me as many experiences as possible, and I do remember being taken to the ballet, and various plays, so a concert wouldn’t be unlikely). The first one I actually remember was a NZ group (possibly Peking Man?) when I was at high school. Though I didn’t strictly go to the concert – I was actually working on a concession stand, but we had a great view of the stage from where we were.
 FIRST tattoo or piercing?
Ears, sometime in my early teens. I got them as a deal with Dad – I had long hair at the time, which he didn’t like (probably because knowing me it would have been a mess), so he said if I got it cut short, I could get my ears pierced. Of course, I’ve got the last laugh now – my hair is long, AND my ears are pierced! (only took another 20-odd years… :-))
 FIRST foreign country you went to for vacation?
Australia. But just to be different, the second foreign country I went to was Zimbabwe.
 What was your FIRST run in with the law?
I’ve never had one (having a mother who works for the police helps inspire you to stay out of trouble, knowing that she’ll be the one to type up the report on you! Though I’ve always been a goody-good anyway, so it probably didn’t actually make that much difference). I have been waved down by a police car with lights and siren though – a colleague of Mum’s who thought it was a great joke to scare me as I was walking home from school.
 When was your FIRST detention?
I don’t think I had one (see above – I’m a goody-good). Though I think our whole class got detention once, when the teacher couldn’t be bothered figuring out who the rowdy ones were. I don’t know if I ever actually had to do the detention – I just remember feeling it was all incredibly unjust.
 What was the FIRST state you lived in?
I’ve never lived in a state. The first province I lived in was Otago, though. And the first state I visited was Victoria.
 Who was the FIRST person to break your heart?
My heart is remarkably intact. A few chips round the edges, maybe, but never broken.
 Who was your FIRST roommate?
I’ve never had a roommate as such. I shared a room with my brother for a few years when we were kids, does that count? At university, my hall of residence had individual rooms, and then when I went flatting I had flatmates (ORNOT was one of them in my first flat), not roommates.
 Where did you go on your FIRST limo ride?
I’ve never had one. I feel deprived!
Right, time to get back to work. Meetup tonight, so I might have something more substantial to write about.