I am playing Three Truths and One Lie with Whimsy and minions this week.
We are now at the point where I tell you the stories behind each of the truths/lie from Tuesday’s post. Numero Tres:
“The first time I crossed the border into another country, I got picked on by Canadian border guards who refused to believe someone from Texas didn’t carry a gun.”
So, this is the lie. But it’s kind of a weak little fake lie because it’s only the first part of the sentence that makes it untrue. It’s true that the first (only) time I drove into Canada, I got harrassed because of my Texas license plate, but that wasn’t the first time I’d been out of the country or through a border crossing.
I’ve been out of the country three times. When I was 17, I went to Russia and the Baltic republics with People to People.
When I was 21 (literally, my birthday was on this trip), Brad flew up to New York to drive with me from college back to Dallas for the summer. We took a detour to Niagara Falls and then drove through Canada for a few hours. I got harrassed at the border and asked multiple times if I had guns. And then I had to surrender my mace for IMMEDIATE DESTRUCTION. And they laughed. Stupid Texans.
Then, 12 years ago TODAY (as I’m writing this, August 10th), Brad and I left for our honeymoon: 10 days in Paris, Munich, and Venice. (I hate sharing this because I feel like it makes us sound like pretentious assholes, but REALLY, it was just because we were young and dumb and thought we could move to a new city without jobs because we were so smart and, you know, college graduates and all, and before THAT, we could take a trip to Europe. Because yeah. Really smart.)
And yes, I live less than four hours from the Mexican border, but I’ve never been to Mexico. Not sure how I’ve managed that one, but it’ll be rectified at some point.
So that leaves Number Four:
“I used to fake my piano practice logs every week and then win the trophy for practicing the most every year.”
Yeppers. True.
I hated pretty much every minute of the eight years or so I took piano. My teacher required us to log our practice minutes every day, which meant that, every week, on the drive to piano practice, I’d be recording my fake minutes. I practiced at least 20 fake minutes six days a week (260+ hours) every year. And every year, at our annual awards ceremony, I’d get the tallest trophy. I never MEANT to benefit from my lies lies lies. I just wanted to not get the wrath of the piano teacher (who I’m sure knew I was a total liar). But instead, I got big trophies. Awesome.
And that concludes our game for the week. I hope you have enjoyed. :)
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Dude, get yourself to Mexico! You have no excuse. (Kidding… especially because we live pretty darn close to Canada and I’ve only been there ONCE and it was a very weird and sad foray over the border wherein I was traveling with companions who themselves had never been and none of us actually knew where to go or how to get to Vancouver so we drove to Canada, crossed the border, drove a little bit more, stopped at an IHOP -no lie- and then drove back home. Sad.)
I’m so glad that I was right about the piano practice log. It makes me just gleeful to think of you cheating on piano practice!
I won, I won! It pays to have known you longer than I haven’t known you. And I used to always fake my sax practice cards in junior high. I was literally just thinking about that last night (unrelated to your post) – how in high school we all went through the pretense of taking our instruments home with us EVERY day, even though no one actually practiced them (well, at least *I* didn’t).
Maybe your piano teacher was trying to guilt you into confessing by giving you the tallest trophies. But she obviously didn’t understand the depths to which you stuck to your lies.
“It pays to have known you longer than I haven’t known you.”
Truer words were NEVER SPOKEN.
You won!