I was tagged by Tripping Daisy to participate in the 5 Things meme. I haven’t done many (any?) memes since I moved over from livejournal, but I’ve never been tagged before and I’m so excited! So here ya go, five things most of you probably didn’t know about me:

1. Remember Puff Daddy and Mase, circa 1998? I almost met them once in Toronto. They were staying in the same hotel as my French club field trip group, so we all stayed up late stalking the lobby, waiting for them to arrive. Finally a chaperon ordered us to go to bed, which a few friends and I obediently did. Everyone else rebelliously stayed downstairs only to bound into our room moments later screaming hysterically about how the just met Puff and Mase! Puff and Mase! I missed them by minutes, literally, and now all I have to show for my sickening goody-two-shoes bullshit is a bunch of pictures of other French club members posing with the hip hop stars.

2. The first time I drank was at age 15 while visiting a friend’s older sister at college. Other than the occasional sip of something here and there, I didn’t drink again until I was 20, during a crazy summer I spent working at Yellowstone National Park.

3. I rarely ever drink now. I like a beer once in awhile, but I don’t like most wines (despite trying to develop a taste for it), and I don’t like the taste of any hard liquor. Make my drinks weak. I do enjoy a good margarita now and then, as long as it’s made right (read: light on the tequila). I’m just a wimp and I don’t enjoy abrasive flavors on my tongue. I do have a drink now and then, but I haven’t been drunk in over a year.

4. On my right foot, the toe next to my pinky toe is longer than the middle toe. This is a result of the “ring toe” being too long and the middle toe being too short. It’s a little freakish. The same is true for my left foot, but the difference is much more subtle.

5.* I can’t pronounce the word “ruin” correctly. Neither can any of my sisters. We all say “roon” instead of “roo-in” so it becomes a one syllable word instead of two. My parents don’t do this, so we didn’t learn it from them, yet all four of us say it wrong. There must be something wrong with our tongues. And believe me, the mispronunciation is noticeable. I actually avoid using that word because I’ll be mid-sentence (…and then he stuck his finger in the cake and rooned the whole thing…), and someone will stop me to exclaim, “Rooned! He roooooned it! Ahahahaha!” And whatever I was saying is no longer important. Bastards.

*I have a vague memory of writing this before, so maybe you already know this one about me?