Way Back Wednesday

So this week on Way Back Wednesday..

My first job.

I did alot of babysitting when I was a teenager, but I only got paid about half of the time, so I don't really count that.

My first actual, not-paid-in-cash job was at T.G.I. Fridays as a hostess when I was 17.

For starters, I loved that job. I worked days because all the other little hostess girls were still in high school, and I had already graduated. Plus, I worked alone, which was nice, because most of the other little hostess girls were morons.

I had several waiters that I loved and I always gave them the best tables. And for a good 8 years, every time I went to Fridays I got really awesome service.

But the funniest story about my first job came when I was in training.

One of my high school teacher's sons worked there as a bartender, and that boy was hot. And coincidentally we knew each other fairly well, because my mother also taught at my high school, and his mother was my favorite teacher - so he offered to help me study for my tests.

So I went with him to another co-worker's house about 30 minutes away from home - I told my mother where I was going, who was going to be there and that I really wasn't sure what time I'd be home, and she gave her permission.

Midnight rolls around and Mr. Could-Have-Been starts getting flirty.

1am happens and he leans in for a kiss.

My fucking pager goes off. It's mom.

When I call her back, the conversation went something like this:

Mom: WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!

Me: At Jane Co-Worker's house. Just like I said I'd be.

Mom: DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!?!?!

Me: Yes. It's about 1 in the morning. Why??

Mom: YOU COME HOME THIS INSTANT!!!!! YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!!!!!!

Needless to say, I did not get my kiss. And Mr. Could-Have-Been never tried again.

But the icing on the cake came a couple of months later when my mother asked me why me and Mr. Could-Have-Been never dated.

Way Back Wednesday

I'm kind of excited about this.. The idea is to answer the "Way Back Wednesday" question of the week and then link up (which I'm not sure I did right, I guess we'll find out)..

This week's question is:

What are your favorite memories from your wedding?

Hmmmmm.. First off, my wedding doesn't count as way back, I've only been married for 6 months (we don't count the first time, I've successfully block almost all of those memories unless they involve Oliver & Tallulah).

The whole day was pretty much awesome, it's hard to pick..

First off, I was not nervous, I was excited.. I remember Maud delivering my cake, and it was GORGEOUS .

And then getting to the church and walking in on my best friend & his wife rehearsing the music, and it sounded so beautiful that I teared up and had to leave before I ruined my makeup.

And the kids looked so good, just angelic.. That's always nice.

The expression on Bean's face when I walked in was amazing.

During picture time everyone was all goofy, and that was fun - and for a couple of shots, the photographers all ummm, Jenn, get up on the piano and I was all huh and she was like yup, I think I want you up on the piano. So I had to call #5 in to help me up on the piano, because, while I could have done it alone, my dumbass probably would have ripped my dress, and #5 is ridiculously strong..


Then after all that, we just went back to the house to hang out (it was not a huge wedding) and Aunt Godmother gave us her gift - it was this huge ass box full of Hallmark Peanuts ornaments that she had been collecting and saving for Bean for 35 years.. I cried.

And to top all of it off, they pimped out my car..

It was pretty much a perfect day.