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Confessions of a (former) Teenage Drama Queen

(aka Random fact #3: I did drama in high school.)

I actually did it all throughout high school.  My freshman year I was in a production that performed at a few local elementary schools.  My sophomore year, I performed in two abridged Shakespeare productions.  My junior year, I was in a combination of fairy tales and fable stories, and I avoided the spring musical like a plague.  But my senior year, I loved our fall production of Harvey, and suffered the audience through my performance as Snoopy in You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown (yes, there was singing AND dancing.)

While my time spent in drama awarded me a little recognition in school (I won “Most Likely to be a TV Star”), the greatest thing it ever did was introduce me to my future husband.

I actually first saw him when he won a our high school’s talent show.  He was in a band of nothing but freshmen, covering a Linkin’ Park song, and my older sister was hosting the show.  I would have seen him then for the first time, but it was another year before I saw him again and had a name to match a face; this time, he was a sophomore when I was a freshman, and he was dating a girl I knew.  I saw them walking around, holding hands, and I remember thinking, “That’s ____  ____, the sophomore–her boyfriend.”

But the first time we really spoke to each other, it was complete improv.  That’s right, our Drama Production instructor called out both our times to come to the stage for an improvisation.  From there, I gathered my guts than I think I had ever had in my life, came on to him in the skit (don’t worry, only actual touching was hug from behind), and he gave it right back.  Our friends were crying with laughter by the time our teacher yelled out, “Stop!” and we ended our few minutes of a couple fighting then making up.  As far non-improv conversation goes, after we walked back to our seats he called my name to get my attention.  Once I turned around he said, “Good job.”  I think I responded with a terrified, “Uh-huh.”

But once the communication boundary had been broken, we were friends.  Then flirty friends who became close friends, then close friends who became more than friends, and after he suggested we went on a date, we were an official couple.

After that, I suppose you could say we were, very, um…hands on.


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Wedding movies I love.

…and my favorite lines from them, as always.

Father of the Bride (1991)

George: Drive carefully. And don’t forget to fasten your condom.
Annie: Dad!
George: [shrieks in embarrassment] Seat belt! I meant, I meant seat belt.

(I love their house; if it had a wrap-around porch, it would probably be my dream home.)

Matty Banks: Can I put Cameron back on the list if he promises not to eat?

George: You know, that’s not a bad idea. Who else can we ask not to eat? My parents and your mother.

Annie: Why don’t we just charge people? That way we can make money on the wedding?

The Wedding Singer (1998)
Sammy: Somebody left a jacket in the back.
Robbie: That’s Julia’s jacket! She took off on Notson Street, remember? She said it wasn’t jacket weather anymore.
Sammy: Uh-oh… You like her!
Robbie: No, I don’t.
Sammy: Of course you do! She’s a cool chick with a hot ass.
Robbie: How about this? You talk about her ass again, I’ll break your neck.

Julia: Not porno tongue. Church tongue.
Robbie: [laughing] Church tongue, I like that.

Robbie: Hey, psycho – we’re not gonna discuss this, OK, it’s over. Please get out of my Van Halen t-shirt before you jinx the band and they break up.

The Wedding Planner (2001)

Mary: Y’know, “those who can’t do, teach”? Well those who can’t wed, plan.

Mary: I can treat that jackass like any other faceless groom! And that’s just what I’m gonna do! Why? Because he’s nothing… because I love a challenge! And because I am a goddamn professional!
My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002)
Toula Portokalos: I had to go to Greek school, where I learned valuable lessons such as, “If Nick has one goat and Maria has nine, how soon will they marry?”

Toula Portokalos: Ma, Dad is so stubborn. What he says goes. “Ah, the man is the head of the house!”
Maria Portokalos: Let me tell you something, Toula. The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.

Toula Portokalos: Nice Greek girls are supposed to do three things in life: marry Greek boys, make Greek babies, and feed everyone… until the day we die.

Wedding Crashers (2005)
John Beckwith: [about Chazz] He lived with his mom till he was forty! She tried to poison his oatmeal!
Jeremy Grey: Erroneous! Erroneous! Erroneous on both counts!

Jeremy Grey: Have you even shot one of these things before?
John Beckwith: The whole 17 years we’ve known each other I’ve been sneaking off to go on little hunting trips around the world. No, I don’t even know what the fuck a quail is!
Jeremy Grey: I feel totally ridiculous. Like why do I have to be in camouflage? So the big bad quail doesn’t see me?
John Beckwith: I know. Why can’t we hunt something cool like a hawk or an eagle, something with some talons?
Jeremy Grey: That’d be awesome. We could get something like big game. Even like a gorilla or a rhinoceros or a fucking human being! That’ll get you jacked up.

Jeremy Grey: I’m not perfect, but who are we kidding–neither are you.

Chazz Reinhold: Oh, come in, sit down, I was-hey, you want something to eat?

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Dessert makes the best breakfast.

Tuesday was a day of baking.  I had wanted to bake since moving back home after graduating, but I hadn’t gotten around to it (or other things, like unpacking, but I digress).  Unlike myself, FH does not love banana bread.  Which is just a damn shame, because it is one of things I have loved since childhood, possibly even more than pumpkin bread in the shape of Christmas trees.  However, FH’s grandmother recently made a “banana cake” that he did enjoy, and the bite I tried of it was pretty delicious.

On Monday night, FH’s grandmother offered me a few a bananas she had (they were on their way out), along with the ‘banana cake’ recipe, since she wasn’t going to have time to make the cake herself.

I, of course, grabbed the bananas, the handwritten recipe, and ran.

The exact title for this beauty is technically “Banana Coffee Cake,” but I think it will be known as Banana Bread-Cake in my future household.

The cake got nibbled on the moment it cooled.

And hours later it was nearly gone, having fallen into the hands of hungry younger sisters fresh out of school.

If that wasn’t enough baking for the day, my younger sister had to bake an apple pie for her cooking class.  She mentioned she had to have pictures taken of her doing certain things, so of course me and my Canon point-and-shoot volunteered.  As I am sure y’all don’t care to see pictures of her cleaning off the counter and whatnot, but I will share some goodness of the finished project, as well as her lovely plating.

Recipe for Banana Bread-Cake
½ cup of butter
1 cup sugar
2 eggs
¾ cup of mashed banana
1 ¼ cup flour
¾ teaspoon of baking soda
½ teaspoon of salt

(Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees)
1.  Cream butter and sugar till fluffy.
2.  Add eggs one at a time.
3.  Stir in banana.
4.  Mix dry ingredients together.  Add to banana mix.
5.  Use 9x9x2 pan, bake 30-35 minutes.

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