There was a time that I went out to eat at least once a week with friends. Our goal was to hit a different restaurant with each dinner date. Yet, there are many popular restaurants and coffee shops that I’ve never visited.
Never have I ever been to . . .
1. . . IHOP.
2. . . Red Lobster.
3. . . Pizza Hut.
4. . . The Cheesecake Factory.
5. . . Starbucks.
6. . . Hooters.
7. . . Applebees.
8. . . Outback Steakhouse.
9. . . Fuddruckers.
10. . . Boston Market.
Today’s theme is pretty much “I’m really freaken bored and sorta still in pain so I’m going to try to distract myself by writing a bunch of random stuff that somehow will pass for a coherent post.” Enjoy.
Never Have I Ever . . .
. . . gone cow tipping. I also fail to understand how anyone considers this entertainment.
. . . been out of the country. I don’t even have a passport.
. . . read the Harry Potter books. I did cave and read the Twilight series, however.
. . . been able to whistle. And, yes, it bothers me.
. . . eaten a Twinkie. Something about them makes me want to hurl.
. . . held a firearm. Yet there’s one in my house.
. . . voted. I KNOW. I don’t follow politics, so I’ve never felt like I could make an informed decision in an election.
. . . gone clubbing. Not even in my college days.
. . . Twittered? Tweeted? Yeah, that.
. . . waxed any part of my body. Cause, you know, ouch.
From a purity perspective, I’ve always been considered a “good girl.” That or a loser, depending on who was handing out the labels. I recall once when discussing my vices (or apparent lack thereof) with some friends, they asked if I practice a strict religion that forbids your standard sex, drugs, and rock & roll. Up until that point, I never thought of my lifestyle as atypical. I’ll let you be the judge in this round of Never Have I Ever: Vices Edition.
Never have I ever . . .
. . . been a coffee drinker. I’ve tried it and don’t like it. In fact, I don’t drink caffeinated beverages in general, really. Just to help alleviate the occasional headache.
. . . gambled. Yes, I’ve been to casinos. Yes, I’ve been to Las Vegas. I don’t like throwing money away.
. . . bought a lottery ticket. I realize this falls under gambling, but many people consider a scratch-off game different from playing the slots. Whatever your feelings, I haven’t done either.
. . . been to a strip club. I’m not sure why people find that weird. Especially since I’m a woman. If I were a guy, I might feel differently. Anyway, I know strippers. I’ve just only seen them with their clothes on.
. . . gone skinny-dipping. Actually, that makes me feel boring.
. . . gotten drunk enough to throw up. I’ve never even done shots until quite recently.
. . . paid for my own drinks at a bar. Sometimes it’s awesome to be a girl.
. . . done drugs. Not even pot. I don’t think it was ever offered.
. . . been a smoker. I cannot stand the smell of smoke, so cigarettes have no appeal.
. . . watched an episode of Jon and Kate Plus 8. Yet I know more about their lives than I’d ever want to. I find that obnoxious. And yes, I consider bad reality TV a vice.
So, what about you? What have you or haven’t you done?
. . . played this as a drinking game. Which I guess is somewhat ironic, but irrelevant.
Today’s post was inspired by a discussion at work about elementary school music lessons. Within a short period of time I realized that I didn’t have a typical upbringing. And so I bring you “Never Have I Ever: Childhood Deprivation Edition.”
Never Have I Ever . . .
. . . learned to play the recorder. I understand that no one actually learns to play the recorder, but I mean that coaxing note-like noises out of a plastic musical instrument was not part of our curriculum.
. . . eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. At least, not that I remember. And no, I’m not allergic to peanut butter.
. . . tried to conjure Bloody Mary. I was/am a wuss. I never played with a ouija board either.
. . . played Spin the Bottle or other such kissing games. I was also not very popular.
. . . joined the Girl Scouts. The cookies are the best part anyway, right?
. . . gone to Disneyworld. Thanks a lot Mom and Dad.
. . . had a childhood birthday party where I got to invite kids from school. My mom was afraid no one would come. She was probably right. Yes, I know how sad that sounds.
. . . spent a summer at sleepaway camp. Maybe my parents were keeping me from my long-lost identical twin sister.
. . . gone to daycare/preschool/after school programs. My mother must have really liked having me around.
. . . asked my parents for a pony. I wanted a dinosaur.
What have or haven’t you ever done?
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