[First love]
Jason Williams. 6th grade. He was a skater. That's hot.
[First kiss and when]
Jimmy Pelezo. Under a table at the St. James dance. What a slut!
[First prom date]
Ralph Hicks. He had an earring in one ear and my dad called him a queer. Mortified doesn't begin to describe it.
[First roommate]
Rebecca Stanford. Our daddies put us up in River Oaks – spoiled brats.
[First alcoholic beverage]
Probably something fruity and weak like a Wine Cooler or Boones or something…
[First sexual partner]
Chris Pope.On Power Ranger sheets. I can't believe I just put that on the internet.
[First job]
Assistant at my dad's company.
[First car]
1996 Blue Mustang. aka The Blue Beast. She'll take ya down.
[First funeral]
My great-grandmother's in Waco. It was the first time I realized how white trash my family is.
[First grade teacher]
Ms. Stewart. I can't remember what I ate yesterday, but I can remember that. Go figure.
[First ride on an airplane]
Who cares?
[First date]
Don't remember. But it most likely involved my dad's shotgun, awkward hand-holding and sneaking into an R-rated movie. Good times.
[First time you snuck out of your house]
Never. I was a good daughter. A little TOO good…
[First Best Friend and are you still friends with them]
Rebecca Stanford… I can't get rid of that girl.
[First person you call when you have a bad day]
Depends on what's bad about the day and the severity of the badness. Bryan, Fe, Ash, Allyce… actually, I'm kind of a blabbermouth, so I'll often call all of them. And then they compare notes behind my back and talk about my bad day and laugh at my expense. Don't think I don't know what you're up to.
[First wedding you were a part of]
Dominique's. Don't ask if they're still married.
[First thing you do in the morning]
Wonder why in the hell we let a great dane sleep with us. And then try and get the feeling back in my legs.