Thanks to everyone who played along yesterday.
my older brother and i once got kicked out of the Beverly Hills Hotel for dancing the roger rabbit in the lobby.
this one is TRUE.
Most of you got this one right. i guess you figured that my imagination just isn’t THAT good. or you are familiar with the Ali/Jon stories.
As a kid, i was three years younger than my brother Jonathan and four years younger than my sister Charna. I spent pretty much my entire life vying forÃ‚Â each of their attentions. My sister didn’t want to have much to do with me (i guess, understandably…i was much younger) so i pretty much did anything my brother wanted to do. i skateboarded with his skater friends. i allowed his GiJoes to do dirty things to my barbies. i played hours and hours of Zelda and Super Mario and Kid Icarus on our NES. i even stormed the floor of the closing ceremonies of the Atlanta olympics with him. (seriously, we really did that).
my family used to take a lot of vacations. New York. Boston. Myrtle Beach. Lake Tahoe. Los Angeles. We managed to get into lots of trouble on these trips. i remember one night, Jon and i spentÃ‚Â dinnertime sitting out in the backseat of the rental car because we were too rowdy in the restaurant. it wasn’t the first time. and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Once in LA, we were all decked out in our coolest 80’s styles…he in his Ocean Pacific tank top and pink shorts. Me in myÃ‚Â crop top and spandex biker shorts and black Joey Jeremiah hat. we were waiting for the rest of the crew to head out for the day. and it was a challenge of sorts. and we did it, of course.
and then we got politely asked to leave. and to never come back. hoodlums, we were. he.
to those who didn’t play…it’s not too late to send in your guesses for the next seven!! post ’em here.