10 Quirky Things About Me
My pal, Iva Ursano, tagged me for the latest fun prompt. I know that a couple of these are familiar to my most ardent followers/readers, but I tossed in some unknown interesting ones, too.
1 Forget coffee, iced whatevers, Starbucks, local Austin java purveyors. Nopety, nope, nope, nope. All my friends understand that my caffeine loyalties lie with Cherry Coke!
Cans of Cherry Coke? Only in an emergency. Bottled? If I must.
On tap is my strong preference! 7-Eleven, the Shell station (really), Five Guys, Rudys BBQ, and, of course, Chick-fil-A!
I know the location of every Cherry Coke-dispensing joint within 5 miles of my house.
2 Along these lines, I can smell the difference between Diet Coke (yuck!) and regular Coke. This is surprisingly convenient since sometimes people can’t tell which drink is which. As long as you don’t mind me sniffing your drink, I will be able to confirm.
3 Even though I’m from the East Coast (Tallahassee, of course), I don’t particularly care for NYC or DC. Drop me in my preferred city of London…or LA (especially Laguna Beach). This feels very disloyal, but it’s true.
4 It’s not uncommon for me to cry at concerts. Usually I only get a bit teary-eyed and it’s typically only during one song.
Sometimes I can anticipate the song that’s likely to bring a tear or two and other times it sneaks up on me.
5 I should have died twice. I described how I almost died in a bumper car accident in this story.
The other time was on a side street in Charlotte. I was being driven by a new friend in a sketchy neighborhood that I was unfamiliar with.
Just after getting out of the passenger side to head to the bar, she dramatically told me to be quiet. Then she demanded I get in the car in the back seat. I was confused but complied.
My friend jumped back into the driver’s seat. Within seconds, we heard a gunshot.
Eventually I peeked out the back window. I saw a man pointing a gun at a motionless man sprawled out on the ground.
I was certain the man on the ground had been murdered.
As I stuck my head up to look out the back window, I tried to see the murderer to identify him. It was too dark, though, and I realized we were in real danger. I knew there was nothing we could do except call 9–1–1 and get out of there!
I told my friend to drive. She didn’t move. I assumed she was paralyzed with fear. I then screamed at her to drive. Eventually she did.
We called 9–1–1 and drove around the block. When we returned there were cops but no man on the street.
The man on the ground was spared — the shot had only been a warning shot.
I asked my friend how she knew what was going on, how she knew to tell me to get back in the car.
She had experience with guns/gun ranges and recognized the “click” of the safety going off.
We were only a few feet from the incident. Had she not been so savvy, I would have been in harm’s way!
6 I still love Magic Kingdom and Pluto. I reckon I’ll never outgrow either.
This was from a couple of years ago. A long, delightful story. For the sake of brevity, I will simply say that the photographer managed to capture my sheer glee just after Pluto “slurped” me (highly unflattering, slightly blurry, but that’s some real spontaneous joy right there)!
7 I rarely give birthday cards. Instead I give musical birthday dedications to my friends. For me, typing “happy birthday” on someone’s Facebook page felt pretty generic and not particularly special.
So for over 6 years I’ve been giving about 40–50 friends musical birthday dedications. I choose a special song with each friend in mind and write something about them/the song in honor of their birthday.
I have added in other dedications (congratulations, sympathy, and just because) over the years as well. Between 2012 and 2018, I imagine I’ve probably made close to 500 dedications.
I still do these dedications but have incorporated them into my music stories that I share on my Medium publication, Bonnie’s Mixed Tape.
8 I love being on college campuses. My dad was a professor at FSU for about 30 years.
I can remember as a kid swinging by campus after Mass on Sundays. My sister and I would explore the oldest parts of campus (from the 1850s) while Dad took care of some work-related items.
To this day, being on a campus (really, almost any college campus) feels like home.
9 I hate grunge. It displaced my 80’s music. I prefer Britpop of that era. The faux angst of grunge irritates me.
(OK, I like two songs from that era: “State of Love and Trust” and “Interstate Love Song.” Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was inspired. That’s it. The rest of it irks me.)
10 Bonnie isn’t my real name. It’s a nickname that was given to me by my dad after Rhett and Scarlett’s daughter, Bonnie Blue Butler. My real name is Mary Elizabeth. I went by Mary Beth through the 8th grade.
My neighbors and closest friends always called me Bonnie, which I preferred. Once I flipped to high school, I told everyone to call me Bonnie.
To this day I will occasionally run into a friend or parent from my elementary/middle school days who calls me Mary Beth, but it’s rare.
And if someone asks for Mary, I know they don’t know me!
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