June 28, 2007
Two Truths and A Lie
The last three statements have relatively short answers, so I’m bundling it all into one post.
Statement number eight is true, too. I play the violin. Although I haven’t actually played my violin in nearly 12 years, I started violin lessons when I was nine years old. I really loved playing violin for the first six years, but when I got to high school, I despised the instructor. Mrs. Something-or-Other. See? I hated her so much I purposely forgot her last name.
I had aspirations of becoming a fiddler, not a violinist, in a polka band. But Mrs. What’s-Her-Face was awful to me. She told me I didn’t practice as much as the kids who took private lessons and therefore I would probably never be in a first chair seat or get solos in the orchestra. I promptly dropped out of orchestra class and played the violin at home only once in awhile.
It depresses me to think that I missed 12 years of playing time and I probably don’t remember how to tune my violin. I’ve been toying with the idea of taking lessons now, as an adult, but my fear is that I’m too old. Isn’t that crazy? I should really do it. I think I’m going to consider it some more.
Congrats to Cheryl, Nadine & Leslie! You are absolutely right.
Number nine is false. I was not a bartender in New York City. I was a bartender at my father’s tavern, Frank & Ernie’s starting at age 16 through age 25. If we’re going to be technical about it, I actually started my tenure as a beer server at age 14 (while my father was present of course!) which means that I spent nine years working in a tavern. Through good times and bad times, I’ve seen it all.
When I graduated high school, I had no plans to go to college right away. I wanted to experience life and move to the big, bad city of New York. I planned to withdraw every last penny from my savings account, move to NYC, get a bartending job, and live with my high school friend. My father put a stop to this by threatening to break all the windows of my car. (I was going to drive there, BAD idea.)
Dad simply cared about me and when I wouldn’t listen to reason, you know, about money and city life and where I’d park my car and how I’d afford the rent and how I would prevent myself from getting killed — his car wrecking threat worked.
I still wish I’d have done it, though. In the end my father was right. I’d have been back home in 3 months, penniless and with a broken spirit.
Congrats to Cheryl and Nadine! You’re answers were correct!
The last and final statement is true. I purposely speak in a southern accent when I go out to bars with my friend Amanda.
Amanda is from Texarkana, Arkansas and we met in seventh grade. We’ve been great friends ever since. After high school she moved back south to go to college in Texas but after several years returned home. Her parents live here in Wisconsin.
Amanda still has her southern accent, just like her Momma (who happens to be named Dana, too) and when we go out to bars I end up talkin’ like a suthin wumin and sayin’ things like “y’all” and “fixin’ to” and “sugah” and “sweetay” and “fo’ sho’” and “thas a’raht” (that’s all right). It’s contageous and everyone gets quite a kick out of how well I speak suthin.
Cheryl, Leslie, Karen and Nadine, y’all gots numba tin raht. Great job!
Posted by Dana @ 7:04 am • Dana 101
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June 28th, 2007 at 9:15 am, jenn in holland Says:
Hehe. I like to speak suthin’ too, and it comes readily to me even though I only lived a year or two in Texas, and those were long after formative language years!
We went to a party last fall with some of my husband’s colleagues. Somewhere between margarita 3 and 4 one of the women pulled out a fiddle and began to play. OH. MY. GOSH. It was incredible! The party completely rocked from that moment on (and it was pretty fun before that!). We disturbed the neighbors and everything! Awesome. Fidelma (fitting name) is Irish, and apparently that is just what you DO at parties in Ireland, you get the instruments out and play! Hard.
I am throwing in my vote that you go back to lessons! You will be the hit of the party, trust me.
June 28th, 2007 at 9:53 am, dana Says:
Jenn! I really want to. I just need to find the time!
June 28th, 2007 at 10:06 am, rachel Says:
OH MY GOODNESS! i played the clarinet in the orchestra all the way up until high school, and the teacher (mrs. weber) did the same exact thing to me! so, i quit. i still regret it to this day!!! at least i’m not the only one.
June 28th, 2007 at 3:20 pm, misty Says:
How fun! I never thought of playing 2 truths and a lie on the blog… I play it with my daughter every day after school but very cool!
thanks for stopping by my blog
June 28th, 2007 at 3:47 pm, motherofbun Says:
Its never too late to get those lessons. Go for it lady!
July 4th, 2007 at 9:27 am, Leslie Says:
I’ve always wanted to play the violin! You should pick it back up, Dana.