31. Favorite day of the week?
Saturday. Or holidays that fall on Mondays.
32. Favorite restaurant?
Duh? Ti Couz? (San Francisco at 16th and Valencia), of course, followed closely by Rice (Washington, D.C., at 14th and R) and Blue (in the Castro.)
33. Favorite flower?
Gerbera daisy, Stargazer lilies, dandelions, and waterlilies.
34. Favorite ice cream?
Baskin & Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip, Ben & Jerry’s Oatmeal Cookie Dough, the cinnamon ice cream at Moorenko's over in Silver Spring, Maryland.
35. Favorite fast food restaurant?
On the west coast, In-n-Out Burger. On the east coast, Five Guys & Fries.
36. How many times did you fail your driver's test?
Zero. And I’m a master at parallel parking! According to my friend, Ms. Swizzies, I have a “wonderful sense of proximity.” I like that!
37. From whom did you get your last email?
Depends on which email account you’re asking about. If it was work, it was the director of our PAC, asking me to book travel for him. If it was my main AOL account, it was spam. If it was my second AOL account, it was an email from my friend, Rio Grande Valley Girl. If it was the email account for this blog, it was the last comment posted by Di. I have too many email accounts. No wonder why my life is so complicated: too many attachments/strings…. One day, I’m gonna simplify and get rid of all of them.
38. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card?
That’s a tough one. It’s a toss up between the Apple store, Brooks Brothers, any bookstore, and Target. I could do serious damage in any one of those.
If I was smart, no later than 10:30. I’m not very smart though, so it’s usually 12:00 or later. Even on school nights. (This isn’t the norm, though. When I’m in a job that actually matters, I go to bed early.)
40. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
At my age, I’m increasingly less and less curious and more and more a mind-my-own-business type of gal, so the answer would be, I’m not curious at all. But if you do play along, let me know. Wait. I just contradicted myself there, didn't I? Well, at my age, I'm allowed.
Next weekend will see the final act of this Meme in Five Parts. Stayed tuned to hear the Dirty Bastard Cat, Pee-oh-gee-oh, say, "Phfffft. Hiss. Hiss!"