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themusecalliope ([personal profile] themusecalliope) wrote2005-11-30 10:31 pm
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non-memory meme (stolen from [livejournal.com profile] greylady )

If you read this - if your eyes are passing over this right now - 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.

Optional: 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.
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[identity profile] greylady.livejournal.com 2005-12-01 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Remember that trip to the Garden of Eden, you bet me that you could find the Tree of Knowledge first. You were right, but no one mentioned that the Tree's fruit was going to be so similar to Dorian fruit.

It took me 3 days to wash the smell off my hands just from touching the stupid thing. I still don't know how you managed to actually eat one.

Remember in high school...

[identity profile] keeperofquills.livejournal.com 2005-12-02 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
When you and Grant and I went to that dance together (the one your boyfriend in the navy invited you to) and only two guys asked me to dance (and the one was a total perv and kept trying to grab my butt and everytime you danced by you slapped at his hands for me) and FIVE guys asked Grant to dance? And he was so mortified!! Remember all the way home we teased him about how pretty he looked?? And then afterwards we ended up at my parents' house and we exploded that bottle of Peach Sparkling Cider all over the ceiling!! That was the funniest ever!! Do you have that one picture of Grant that you took right when that big German guy was asking him to dance? The look on his face was priceless! Email me if you have it. :}

[identity profile] steedonfilm.livejournal.com 2005-12-02 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
About my favorite memory of us was on the company winery trip we made where you grabbed me and dragged me behind the giant cask of Amatidiallo (I know, my spelling sucks) and stole a kiss form me and we then had to explain to our boss, Hunter S. Thompson, what was going on, as he especially despised any hanky-panky going on between his knife sharpeners and gun cleaners (he was very strict about keeping those two departments separate) so you quickly fabricated the story about grabbing me to squish the giant 17 inch spider which his Vanquish and RC cola addled brain totally bought.

Ah...good times, good times.
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