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I play the banjo...well - used to anyway. It's been a while, unfortunately...and I don't know the names of the strings. It's been 8 years since I started playing...and I don't know the names of the strings. I have toured Europe, played in a band, and have spent hours and hours practicing...and I don't know the names of the strings. My first time playing with Sassafras, I had to tune my banjo...I had a tuner, but since I didn't know the notes, it was useless. I had to sneak out in the hall - call home - have them google it or something like that - so that I could tune my banjo...because I didn't know the names of the strings.

I still don't know the names of the strings....yeah - I would say that's embarrassing - but I can still play. I think I'll spend this weekend learning the names of my strings.

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Once I was invited to West Point Academy to attend a gala. Fancy green and black dress, fancy dinner, fancy date in a uniform - the whole affair was quite...well - fancy!

I was staying at a host family's house - and they were all out for the night, so I was there alone to get myself ready for the evening. It was then I realized that I had left my deodorant in New York City at my friends apartment. Oh, dear. I wasn't about to go rummaging through a stranger's house to borrow some deodorant. Although I think I did casually look around....hoping, hoping. Dur.

I will just tell you that MAC powder does not function very well as an antiperspirant. Ha!

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On the theme of formal dinners and dances - Junior Year - Prom. Beautiful emerald green dress, French twist, lovely time.

Our group of 6 or 7 couples had dined at a certain residence in Orem. And this is not just any residence - but an amazingly gorgeous home. (Those who went to High School with me know which house I am talking about).

Professional pictures taken, seven-something-course meal finished...we were out the door and on our way to the dance.

I needed to use the restroom before we made a final exit. Everyone else had left the house and so it was just myself and my date in the house. And, I, uh....well - the toilet over-flowed....really overflowed. I had to lift up my dress skirt and tiptoe out. What was I going to do now!? As I ashamedly told my date what had happened...he remarked that they had someone to take care of it...and escorted me out the door.

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I still don't know what happened...(Sorry J.B.)

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I once ate a whole loaf of white bread all by myself - and it was a big, long, white loaf. Did I mention it was in one sitting...ONE sitting. Yeah...