September Skies tagged/memed/ me.
Last live music show seen: Bar bands don't count I guess eh? It's been a while. It was either Van Morrison at the (then) O'Keefe Centre or Rod Stewart at Maple Leaf Gardens, both in Toronto and both around 1980-ish. Both were excellent. I'm a huge Morrison fan, particularly of his early-middle stuff and this was Stewart when he sang more than postured.
Last CD purchased:Green Day's American Idiot. I bought it for one of my nephews for Christmas but love many of the tunes.
Last thing cooked: Does toast count? No? Umm, how about heating a frozen, prepared dinner? No? Boiling frozen perogies? No way eh? FINE! I guess it was a pork roast I did last week. I made rice with it too. It was a complete meal.
Last new thing eaten: Focaccia. It's sort of a cross between pizza and bruschetta (sp?). It was okay I suppose. Better when I added some Garlic Plus to it. Who's up for kisses?
Last thing bought: Groceries. Exciting eh? Well, it was! I included some Miss Vickie's Honey & Roasted Garlic potato chips in my cart. Who's up for kisses?
Last gift received: A copy of Jenna Glatzer's excellent the Street Smart Writer. Her publisher sent it to me. Probably hoping for a mention somewhere. Ha! As if! Like I can be bought!
Last piece of clothing bought or received as a gift: Some sweaters from Old Navy. They had a great post-Christmas sale and I went a bit nuts. Which is strange for me because I'm usually the very model of restraint. I never buy anything unless I'm in a store that sells things.
Last embarrassing experience: Nuh-uh. This is a PG-rated blog.
Last totally new experience: This morning when I opened my eyes. (Every day is brand, spanking new.)
Last foreign country visited, if any: Paradise Island, Bahamas. It was a looong time ago. I'm not sure if I'm allowed into foreign countries anymore.
Last big achievement: A couple of months ago I backed into a parking spot even though there was another car on one side. I usually only try it when there's a space open on each side. Gotta tell you, when I was done, and there was no sound of grinding metal, I got out of the car and I strutted into the mall.
For this meme I'll tag: My dear friend and new blogger mogie. She'll thank me. She's a good woman.