Some Personal Mushiness

Three years ago today, I dressed up as a spoon. Some sort of tinfoil baking pan was attached to my head and the rest of me was covered up in duct tape. The reason? Well, in high school, we had an activity day with something called "Celebrity Volleyball" where you got together a team, created some sort of theme and dressed up. Ours? Strawberry-Banana (Strawnana, actually) split. Everyone else dressed up in red and yellow and I was the all important spoon (the duct tape, by the way, limited my mobility and made me even more useless than usual when playing volleyball).

And, as with most silly things done by males (in a state of sobriety, at least), I did it to impress a girl. One I'd admired from afar for about a year and had just gotten up the courage to ask out. So, I dressed up as a spoon for her volleyball team and, after getting destroyed by nearly every team we played, finally had my first date with her.

And the rest, as they say, is history.