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Monday, April 25, 2005
I got memed by Serra.

Read about memes here. (I had to. Too many trends, not enough attention span... can't keep up...)

So the idea is, I get to post a story about myself being stupid, and then I "tag" three other people to do it, too. It's like blog-tag, I guess. Fun!

There are so many instances of me being stupid that they all sort of meld together into something I like to call My Life.

I guess I could mention the time I got kicked out of Disneyland Paris. My sister and I were 15 years old, there on a trip with our our two best friends, and as we were leaving to meet our parents for dinner in the Disneyland Hotel, we saw a large crowd gathered outside the side of the building. We asked what the hub-bub was about and some girls from Long Island told us that Michael Jackson was at the window.

We weren't big Michael Jackson fans or anything, but it was too tempting to resist, so we joined the screaming crowd. We stood there as it got darker and darker, Kirsten and I screaming up lyrics from The Wiz. Yeah. Yeah, I know. But he was good in that movie. This was back in 1995, okay?

Finally, security guards started taking people out of the park (which, as I remember, is right at the edge of the hotel.) "Are we being thrown out of Disneyland?" we asked. "Gently escorted," said the guards as they deposited us at the exit.

Then, of course, we realized how late we were for dinner and panicked, because they weren't letting anyone into the hotel, particularly people who had just been seen screaming outside the celebrity's window. Luckily, my sister managed to convince them to let ONE of us go in and prove we had dinner plans, by batting her eyelashes at the guards and pleading in schoolgirl French. (Filthy, perverted guards leering at my 15-year-old sister!)

There you go. Whose turn is it now?

Kirsten,
erin
and cheryl!