Remember the time?

[kproche]

Blame esprix baa.... baa....

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Comments

[starherd.livejournal.com]

Remember that one time with the beer and the sheep and the telephone pole?
Dude, that was so wild. XD

[sir-ender.livejournal.com]

Remember when we were just kids and all summer long we would stage musical productions in the barn raising money to save the farm? Gosh, it seems everyone in the neighborhood came to those shows. Boy, it was fun! I sure miss those days. And watching you croon and tap dance to beat the band... The crowd went wild after every finale. Ah, those were good times.

[furrycatherder.livejournal.com]

I will always remember the night we spent in Daytona Beach after the Daytona 500. Your car had broken down in the traffic jam leaving the raceway and I was in my Corvette and offered you a lift. I took off the t-tops and we raced down the highway at some ung-dly speed -- my poor 85MPH had long since been buried and the tachometer was slowly creaping towards the red zone -- because you just had to experience a taste of what those race car drivers had just experienced.

At first you sat there, in white-knockled terror, as we flew up on the backs of cars going the legal limit, but soon you were giggling like a school girl, begging me to wind the car out a little more. Me, I became increasingly nervous as the thought of a night in jail for driving 135MPH on a public road flashed through my head as the cars' we passed headlights faded into the darkness. Had the driver I just scared half to death gotten off a quick 911 call on their cell phone? Had they even seen me long enough to know what to tell the police?

Before I knew it we were 80 miles from our hotels and we had no choice but to turn around and look for a place to grab a bite to eat and refill the significantly-more-empty 24 gallon gas tank. Ah, the days of $1.85 a gallon gasoline, and to think I complained about gas prices that night.

Driving back to Daytona beach I took it slow and easy and we enjoyed the sights and sounds of other race-crazed drivers screaming down the highway just as we'd done an hour or so earlier. They should close the highway after races so those of us with sports cars can act crazy without having all the gray-haired old farts in Cadillacs and Lincoln Town Cars slowing us down.

Perhaps some other year, if we both wind up in Daytona Beach at the same time, and I have a car with more seats, we can take your partner along for the ride. I'd love to see the look on his face when he asks "How fast are we going?" and I respond "I haven't the slightest idea -- the speedometer doesn't go that high."

I remember it like it was yesterday...

[johnnyeponymous.livejournal.com]

There we were, you and I, flushing the last of the snakes out of Ireland when that Wise-Ass, credit-stealing Bastard Patrick or whatever his name was, comes by and says "look what I did! Look what I did." Yeah, to hell with that guy Chris

[esprix.livejournal.com]

I will never forget the time we hopped the Concorde for lunch in Paris, then back again for dinner in Times Square that night. Was it New Year's Eve? I remember Dick Clark was there, but then he was always hanging around, wasn't he? I think Zsa Zsa Gabor was there, too, but she's not that memorable anyway. And then, late that night, seeing Roger Moore piss all over passersby from his hotel room, and running, giggling, from the police after knocking over the statue at Rockefeller Center right onto the ice rink.

You can never go home again, you know?

[jkusters]

Ah, how could I ever forget that rendezvous at that ice bar in northern Greenland? It was so cold I was sure I was going to lose parts of my anatomy. How you stayed warm in that kimono is a total mystery to me. Heard through unofficial "channels" that you managed to stop that madman and put an end to his nuclear extortion racket. I know you can't acknowledge that in public, but I wanted to thank you just the same. We can never see each other again, but remember, we'll always have Greenland.

JOhn.

The way I first met you

[hilarypoet.livejournal.com]

You were judging an event where people painted balloons and floated them off the Golden Gate Bridge in time with music. This was pretty good, because you were only 5 years old and had hitchhiked to San Francisco from Adis Abbaba in order to participate.
I'll never forget your shaven head and the little piping Hare Krishna chant with which you gave the demonstration.

[ladycelia.livejournal.com]

Oh babe, I miss the days that we were roomies. Of course no one could even get into the house due to the sheer volume of projects in various stages of construction. Of course, the prizes we won made it somehow all worthwhile.