1) What are your favorite snack foods?
Edamame with tons of sea salt * LPD’s guacamole * wasabi peas * salt & vinegar chips * Syrian bread w/ artichoke hummus. Holy water retention. Pass the water pills.
2) Do you consider yourself tall or short?
I don’t like the adj. "short." I’m petite, unstatuesque, vertically-challenged: 5’3” With heels: 5’5”- 5’6”
3) When was the last time you bought a new pillow?
Not your finest work, quizzilla. I got my memory-foam pillow sometime last year and was mocked for it. Now, it’s consistently stolen from me by either James or Carrie (get thee to Target) It’s the best pillow I’ve ever had -- when I have it. A ringing endorsement from an insomniac.
4) While at work, have you ever: a) fallen asleep b) been drunk c) kissed someone?
This is more like it.
a) Yes. Two words: Napping Closet. Every workplace should have one, and some today do. Ours, in the 90s, however, was totally clandestine, known to only a select few employees, most of whom were in their early 20s (i.e, tired or hungover from going out every night.) My co-worker Rob had the sole key to a huge walk-in closet in the media production area on the fifth floor. He set up a pillow, blanket, a CD player and some CDs, and voila, the napping closet was born. This is how it worked: You’d announce you were making a Dunkin’ run, then retreat to the closet for a power nap with your pager (aka alarm clock. This was pre-cell phones). I used to go in there, put on the Unforgettable Fire CD and just linger in that hazy realm between asleep and awake for about 20 minutes. Then, someone would beep me and I'd return to my cube, rejuvenated, sometimes with pillow lines on my face.
b) Yes, a few times. Once, during the end of an ultra-stressful week, Code Red and I dumped some vodka into our afternoon iced coffees. A wiffle ball game subsequently broke out in the Greater Tri-Cube area. Another time, a few co-workers and I took a curiosity field trip to Moon Villa for lunch to see what the place looked like in the sober daylight. (Unimaginably worse) After a few kettles of cold tea, we returned to work, boarding the elevators singing “Moon Villa” to the tune of “Moon River.” There was a whole song that went along with it, but I can’t remember it anymore. One day, I met James for lunch at Fajita and Rita’s and we, in a devil-may-care moment, decided to split a pitcher of margaritas. We both had semi-real jobs at the time so the result was not good. I almost didn’t go back to the office but had a mandatory meeting. I sat there red-faced and paranoid, reeking of tequila, trying not to speak. I wasn't fooling anyone.
c) No. Thank God.
5) Any patriotic plans for the upcoming pre-4th of July weekend?
Aside from dressing Paulie in his flag pants, nothing patriotic is really going down. Meeting old work friends from the Greater Tri-Cube area for dinner in the city, annual Sox outing with the Sepecks, fleeing town on Sunday.