The Lie
Friday, April 1, 2011 at 10:38AM | Becks Davis This is the reveal post from Wednesday’s 9 Truths & a Lie. If you haven’t already read that post you should do so before scrolling down.
The Lie! The Blatant Lie! Which one was it?
Did I really kiss everyone’s favorite piano man, Billy Joel? Did I live near a crazy cannibal? Did I ride my bicycle for 500 miles to The Windy City? What about Slash, how did that precious cat get her name? The one-armed prostitute was very popular but did she exist? And what’s up with that trip to Paris?
I have to say that the comments, both here and on Twitter, were cracking me up. I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you enjoyed it too. I want to give Sven a special shout-out for noticing my "midwestern pedigree." After being raised here, I went to college in Milwaukee and lived there for six years before spending the next seven years in Chicago.
So, you want to know the lie? I KNOW you do! Here it is. Plain and simple. Which was the most boring choice?
I didn’t date a guy named Chip; it’s a lie. As Kevin said in the comments, “Who would date a guy named after a food group?” But it is a take on the truth.
My college sweetheart’s name was Mondy. Or as we used to say, “like the day without the A.” He would introduce himself to people and I would inevitably get, “are you his Girl Friday?” Or, “you must be Tuesday.” Because apparently, if your name sounds like a day of the week you’re only allowed to date other days of the week. What the… what?
And yes, after we broke up The Boomtown Rats’ “I Don’t Like Mondays” was in heavy rotation on my playlist. Of course, we didn’t have playlists back then, but I digress.
Truth be told, I could have included many other juicy tidbits. I was going to mention that I was written up in the Chicago Tribune gossip column for kicking Neil Simon out of a rehearsal* but I recently talked about that on Twitter. Or, that I’ve watched The Simpsons with Steve Martin* but my friend Jane Fader, who LOVES Steve Martin, already knew that.
You see, those were just things that came with the job of working in professional theater. They didn’t make me special and they certainly have no bearing on my life now. The ones that I included touched me somehow, whether morbid, hilarious, creepy, romantic or innovative.
I’ll somehow get around to writing about all of them but it’s going to take some time. Detroit Moxie is mainly about Detroit with sprinklings of “Becks” so I don’t want to roll out a bunch of personal posts all at one time.
Billy Joel performing at The Rose Bowl in Southampton, UK. This is not where I kissed him.Yes, I did kiss Billy Joel!
Oh, one last thing before you go on with your day. The elves and fairies are coming in to drop some awesome on the site very soon. So don’t be startled if everything looks different on your next visit.
*Both are true.
Reader Comments (8)
A-ha! Very entertaining. Thanks for the shout.
On the cheek or lips? Tongue? (Now I've gone too far, right?)
Actually, as delightful as all of the above is, posting it April 1 puts the full shebang under a blanket of suspicion.
A made-in-Paris blanket, naturally, but definitely one of doubt: Are we being punk'd? I've got a New York City pedigree and a journalist's instincts, and that means Skeptical with a capital S.
A sweetie named Mondy . . . really? I'm not so sure, not sure at all.
In any event, A+ for readability, cleverness and intrigue -- pretty much the Holy Trinity of April Fool's Day posts.
It's an April Fool's Day joke all right.
Oh yeah--and today is opposite day.
Wait . . . wait, Jane. Now I wonder if that too-obvious belief just steps right into our sly friend's snare.
Maybe it's not so plain and simple after all. This blogger has a mischievous pedigree as well as a midwestern one, I sense, and may have chosen April 1 for The Reveal just to see who'd be fooled into sniffing a prank where there is none.
Like a spymaster who suspects a double agent, it's hard to detect where the truth lies and the lie lies.
Anyone else think Becks is messing with us this way? After all, she's a slick operator who slips seamlessly from Detroit to Milwaukee to Chicago to London and back to Detroit -- timing each move strategically. Do we think this post appears on this day coincidentally? (If you do, I've got a train depot to sell ya'.)
Well-played, Becks. I can't be totally sure about Mondy, Billy, Slash or Chip.
Ha Ha Ha! Alan, do you really think I'm that clever?
Jane,
Thanks for having my back!
I knew it! That was too boring for you! :)
I've been really behind on blog reading this past week so Charlie just read me the 9 truths & a lie list today. Never would've guessed the "Chip" was a lie. Fun idea. I, for one, like a LOT of Becks mixed into Detroit Moxie. ;)
Jen,
I'm pretty boring now, age does that to a person. But perfectly content. ;-)
Elena,
Aw, thanks. It's definitely a balance between the two. When I was trying to think of the lie and decided on the "Chip" story my first thought was that people called me "chocolate." Yeah, I dismissed that one.