I was tagged and now I have to tell you all six random things about me

What is this, eighth grade? A chain letter? Is something bad going to happen to me if I don't play along? Will Betty (aka "Betty Cracker"), the blogger who "tagged" me, find someone to leave a horse's head under my pillow if I cross her? Sigh.

Well, I wouldn't want to provoke Ms. Cracker, so here goes...

First, the SIX RANDOM THINGS RULES:

1. Link to the person who tagged you. (Check.)
2. Post the rules on your blog. (Check.)
3. Write six random things about yourself. (Check. See below.)
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. (Check. See below that. Though a quibble here: This assumes you know six people who have their own blog, which is quite an assumption.)

Now, SIX RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. Despite what some people think, I am really good at keeping secrets -- at least secrets I think worth keeping.

2. I really like watching professional football, albeit my teams, the New York Giants and the New York Jets, even when by myself. (I used to really like watching professional basketball, too, back in the 1990s, when we lived in Chicago and the Bulls were the best -- so much so that I INSISTED on listening to a playoff game while in labor, only to have the doctor, a female, and my spouse insist we turn it off as it was distracting me from pushing. If we had had a boy, we may have had to have named him "Michael," even though Michaels are nothing but trouble.)

3. I love cars -- really fast, expensive ones, though I have never driven or been driven in one. I am particularly fond of old Aston Martins and Bugattis. And if I had $250,000 to spare and didn't care about gas mileage or safety I would seriously consider getting this baby, a 2009 Aston Martin DBS (even though I prefer the old Aston Martin DB5) or a Jaguar XK, even if it isn't as/so quick to accelerate.

4. I once had to ditch my panties while walking home from school on Park Avenue in New York City. As I turned the corner on 92nd or 91st street the elastic broke, and I had to duck behind the pillar of a church to remove my undergarment before it fell down. I then had to walk six more blocks, praying that a strong wind would not blow open my (typical NYC all-girl prep school issue) skirt.

5. I can't stand mayonnaise, salmon, or olives, though I love Russian dressing, salmon sushi, and olive oil. Go figure.

6. I know all the words to "Escape (the Pina Colada song)," or did:

I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."

I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad.

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."

So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"...

"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."

I also know the lyrics to Rupert Holmes's "Him." I am not sure why.

Finally, who's next, or "it": Dave S. and EMM at Potpourri for $500, Melanie at BeanPaste, Tommy at Blah Blog Blah, Little Miss Cupcake over at Little Miss Cupcake, and Marindenver over at Rumproast. Surprise!