Slurped from my Wrimo buddies
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.
jessis wrote:
Ha ha. Totally stealing this.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 12:56 pm | Permalink
saminz wrote:
And sure, I remember it well… We were both stuck at the train station in Nice, and shared one of these last sandwiches which must have been several days old :-). We exchanged addresses and holiday tips, then started taking bets on which of these ever promised trains would ever show up, and which one fist, and would we have time to run to the ever changing advertised lanes before it left again. Finally mine came, direction Marseilles. You wanted to make it to Venice on the same day - and later sent me a postcard from Naples, where you had ended up after a week ;-)!
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:01 pm | Permalink
nea852 wrote:
What? You mean like the time you made it up to the city and we met and went to Ghirardelli for sundaes? Then you had to tell that really silly joke that caused me to choke on my ice cream and knock the rest of it over while I flailed for my water. I must say it was very nice of you to buy me a replacement sundae.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:05 pm | Permalink
cathouse_blues wrote:
My favorite memory of us was that night we stood in front of the volcano at The Nirage in Vegas and, once it was done going off, turned to each other, lit cigarettes and asked, “Was it good for you?”
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:07 pm | Permalink
halfawake wrote:
I remember meeting you last Friday and thinking that your purple hair reminded me so much of when my sister had purple hair in high school. Also, your house reminds me of my aunt and uncle’s house in San Francisco.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:15 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
OMG, that’s so sweet! You know, I dyed it purple just for the occassion!
[side note: fellow LJer *did* meet me last Friday and commented on my hair, which has been purple in the past....]
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:56 pm | Permalink
damnitnicole wrote:
This one time, Stephanie and I were walking down the street, minding our own business, when this midget jumps out the window of a house we were passing, and starts bellowing in I think Argentinitan Spanish about how the wombat kept attacking his balls and the wombat is evil and could we please remove the wombat from his balls?
Don’t even ask me how she did it, it was so fast I barely had time to blink, but somehow, Stephanie managed to get the tiki torch away from him, prod the wombat away from his balls with it, and knock him down onto the ground so we could RUN THE FUCK AWAY.
Hardcore.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:58 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
Oh, I remember that day! I think I was wearing an orange blouse, wasn’t I? And it wasn’t till halfway through the conversation that we realized we knew each other online! Sure– that was really special!
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 1:59 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
Holy Crap– so that’s what happened that day?
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:17 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
Why is it that every adventure I have with you involves wombats?
I swear, the most impressive part of that memory is that you knew it was Argentinian Spanish!
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:18 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
Only, of course, I was choking on my cigarette, so it came out more like “Was it *cough cough cough* goo*cough*”
You were so nice to not insist on me finishing the cig, too!
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:19 pm | Permalink
alleahna wrote:
I remember it well, that time in Prague. The warm summer evening, strolling along the Moldau and trading lies as we both promised to love one another forever. Then you left me for that Formula One driver with that stupid pencil moustache and I left you for that model in Paris. Such memories, such pain! I’m writing a book about it, now.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:25 pm | Permalink
welshmaidn wrote:
I believe I kidnapped you and took you to Argentina where we danced the night away with two English chaps after robbing that National Bank. We boarded a train and snuck into Chile to return some lost manuscripts of Pablo Neruda’s that you had hidden in a dufflebag at the train station. We split the cash that the Chilean govt gave us as a reward and I took off to Paris to write and paint and you took off with that Swedish Baker and last I heard you were living on an island in Greece. Or it really a spaceship disguised as an island?
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:35 pm | Permalink
darkknightradic wrote:
Oh my goodness, Steph, do you remember the time we were in Columbia and taking on the facist government there?! Good times, good times.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 2:53 pm | Permalink
damnitnicole wrote:
Well, as I understand it, Argentinians don’t have much of a dialect; they speak proper grammatical Spanish. So since I understood it, that’s what I figured.
I guess wombats just like me. They’re sort of cute, don’tcha think?
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 3:13 pm | Permalink
ivymere wrote:
Nano 04. NanoChat. Chat orgy.
Unless it *was* real…;-)
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 3:44 pm | Permalink
llyrfish wrote:
Heh, remember when we busted that guy’s 60″ TV all up? What a sound, what a sound!
Spencer
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 3:51 pm | Permalink
nolawitch wrote:
I swear I’ll never tell another living soul what happened that night in Oingo Boingo’s tour bus.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 3:54 pm | Permalink
krikkert wrote:
There was you, me, and that near-extinct race of baby whales…
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 3:58 pm | Permalink
mortaine wrote:
Awww, I remember that. It was so cool that we could help them out!
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 4:51 pm | Permalink
blythe025 wrote:
Remember that time we were driving up to Oregon. We pulled over to the side of the road by one of those many farms along the way, just tall grasses and cows. We pulled over because we decided to climb the twisted tree we saw at the top of the hill. We walked up the hill and climbed the tree, and just sat and talked for hours. Before we knew it, the entire afternoon had gone by, and we ended up watching the sunset from the top of the tree.
That was a great night. A beautiful night.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 6:26 pm | Permalink
lunza wrote:
Remember that time we went to the Republican National Convention and gave wedgies to the entire Texas delegation?
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 7:48 pm | Permalink
halfawake wrote:
Ah, so you have had purple hair in the past too. I guess I was channeling the right kind of manufactured memory then.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 9:46 pm | Permalink
junglemonkee wrote:
Remember that time that you wanted to know what having children was *really* like, so I dropped the Baby Goddess off after baby school one day? And you were having a great time bonding and hanging out? And even though she wasn’t bad or horrible or anything, you decided that by the end of the night you were right all along and that kids are *totally* not for you, but she still asks me when she’s going to go live with Mommy Stephanie forever.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 10:21 pm | Permalink
thewrongcrowd wrote:
Surely you haven’t forgotten that time in freshman English? We were sitting on the back row and cutting up, throwing spitballs at the jocks on the other side of the room. You were drinking a strawberry milkshake and I had a root beer float. The professor finally made us come to the front of the class and teach the section on the summary and conclusion. Man, I loved that class.
Posted on 29-Nov-05 at 10:31 pm | Permalink
tenshisama wrote:
i remember that trip we took to Thailand together. great times. pretty sun. pretty sand. but you left me for another girl. *cries* why did you make me remember that! *sob*
Posted on 30-Nov-05 at 2:17 am | Permalink
krikkert wrote:
And at no cost to ourselves, either!
Posted on 30-Nov-05 at 4:11 am | Permalink
idunno3 wrote:
Remember the year I gave you a free ’swim with the dolphins’ trip, only they were really killer whales and you almost got eaten? I still laugh when I look at the pictures.
Posted on 30-Nov-05 at 12:52 pm | Permalink
jencottrell wrote:
Wow! Remember when we went to the dentist and YOU had your teeth pulled and I got to play all day while YOU barfed your guts up all over the toy store floor? That was the best.
Posted on 01-Dec-05 at 6:20 am | Permalink
ealasaidh wrote:
Do you remember that time the totally hot guy hit on you when we were hanging out at 99 Bottles? It was hilarious! He was so sweet and so serious and when he found out you were taken he was so embarassed. But then he bought us both drinks and chatted with us anyway and it turned out that he was actually doing research for a TV show. Then that show came out the next fall and there were those two characters OBVIOUSLY Based on us! SO COOL!
Too bad it got cancelled like, right away.
Posted on 02-Dec-05 at 11:44 am | Permalink