Let's Talk About...Me? Eh, Okay.

Now correct me if I'm wrong, but blogs are generally about the person who writes them and about who they are. Right? Right...I think. Therefore, I've decided to start writing a bit more about myself (which is hard because in all honesty, I feel awkward/weird/obnoxious talking about me, myself and I). In installments. Aside from giving all of my millions of readers (har har) a chance to learn more about me, this will also force me to write a lot more. Which is always a good thing for an aspiring writer. At least in my opinion. Without further ado...installment numero uno.

Okay, so I was an awkward kid. A really, really awkward kid. The baby fat that's supposed to come off when you're in the 4-7 age range didn't come off of me until around 14 or 15. It was a weird time.

One of my most vivid memories of my childhood is when I was around 5 or 6 years old. My dad snagged 2 tickets for us to see Bye Bye Birdie with Tommy Tune as Albert. Since my dad played Albert in high school (and never got over just how special that was for him), this was a big deal. Such a big deal in fact, that dear old dad decided to get a limo for the occasion. My way of celebrating just what a big deal this was? Donning my brand new ultra white Keds (remember those?). En route to the theatre, I had to pee. Problem? No bathroom in said limo. My dad being...my dad, he kindly asked the driver to pull over and told me to go in those bushes over yonder. Problem? He forgot to tell me to squat. Yes, you guessed it folks: I walked into that theatre with my new yellow Keds.

Okay, so I was an awkward kid.

It was a weird time.