I'm hoping this will carry over to NaNoWriMo and I'll be able to force myself to write (or continue writing) for the month.
In any case, the prompts I missed:
"If you could return to one restaurant that you've eaten at before, where would you go?"
--Hands down, without a doubt, Mellow Mushroom. Best pizza joint I've been to in YEARS.
(It's funny I used the term 'joint' because Mellow Mushroom has a very... psychedelic, acid trip atmosphere to it... hence the name, I suppose.)
The only thing that upset me was that I couldn't get all of their pizzas at once... something like a sampler pizza. That would put them right over the top.
The location I visited was in Murfreesboro,Tennessee and I was immediately floored by their pizza selection. Just so many different kinds of pizza. I had their Red Skin Potato Pie:
If only I could find another Mellow Mushroom closer to me...
"What point in time would you like to return to and live again?"
--I'm not sure if this question is asking about a certain point in my life or just a specific point in history...
In any case, if it's my life, it'd be the years I spent in Alaska. Oodles of memories and natural beauty to boot!
Any point in time? I think I'm divided between the 60's and the 70's.
The 60's would be for experiencing that whole civil rights fiasco; I think it'd be a major eye opener. Once, in high school, we had a Spirit Day (y'know, to foster school spirit!) and it was Decades Day, where each grade dressed up as a decade. I believe I was a sophomore at the time and we had the 60's so I threw on a button down, some khakis, plain brown shoes-- as plain and 60's as I could be. Then, I think it was at lunch, I purposefully ripped my shirt (like, borderline tore the sleeve off), and used markers and colored pencils to simulate blood on my undershirt and grass stains on my pants.
When people asked what happened, I explained that, due to it being the 60's and all, I made the mistake of "walking into the wrong neighborhood". Some people got it. Others didn't. I didn't give a fuck.
The 70's would mainly be for all the partying. Cocaine and double-knit pants! Ok, not really for the drugs but that decade, in my mind, was one giant romp from club to club (Studio 54, anyone?) and lord knows I love a party.
"If you could return to any past relationship and experience it again, which one would it be?"
--Well, you never forget the first love, right?
As a junior in high school, still settling into his sexuality, it's a bit startling to discover that the cutest German exchange student in school has a crush on you. We kept our relationship a secret; only close and trusted friends knew. Eventually, he had to return. We were only together for about a month and a half but letting him go was difficult for little 'ol me. Over time, I moved on. We've remained friends via Facebook. But still, you never forget.
"If you could return to any grade in school, which one would you want to do again?"
-- I mean, is this with the assumption that I could change things? If not, I'd pick senior year of high school. I think that's when I started becoming who I am now. Granted, I'm pretty sure my plans for the future back then don't match where I am right now but hey, things change.
If I could change things, I think I'd go back to fourth grade. It's a silly, long story, but there were a group of girls that I wanted to be friends with and back in fourth grade, I was the class clown so they knew I was a goofy kid. Through some kind of misunderstanding, my silly attempts at befriending them caused them to tell our teacher and it became this big, unnecessary mess.
They thought I had some weird obsession with these girls and incorrectly assumed it was some kind of sexual harassment, which is hilarious because at that age, I hardly even knew what sex was (I was a little on the naive side).
So it went as far as separating me from the girls who I just wanted to be friends with and daily talks with the guidance counselor and sometimes my teacher about my feelings. Part of me knows those girls knew what they were doing. The other part wonders if any of the adults in the situation really believed them.
Still, if I could revisit that whole year, I'd do my best to call those bitches' bluffs.
"Me? Sexually harass you? HA. Some hot, tranny mess you are." And then I'd snap my fingers or something and do a runway walk out of the classroom.
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