ellid: (Puzzled kitty)
Your instructions:

If you are reading 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.

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

Date: 2010-03-30 12:57 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
There was that time you asked if I wanted to drive to New Orleans with you, for spring break. I'd just broken up with that girl you hated, and I figured what the heck. You remember my surprise when it turned out you were running guns to the Inuit Liberation Army? Yeah. Good times.

(I accidentally clicked on the [livejournal.com profile] sca's f'list, and couldn't resist when this entry was at the top).

Date: 2010-03-30 01:02 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] kitlizzy.livejournal.com
Remember when we joined that troupe of traveling gypsy dancer as cooks, and ended up saving the prince from an attempt at poisoning, and he gave us jewels and kittens? :)

Date: 2010-03-30 02:08 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] soberloki.livejournal.com
Oh Em Gee.

I remember you bought me that skirt made of spider silk, and we traded wearing it the whole time we were hiking through Northern China.

It looked better on you, and that elephant trainer from the Senegalese circus fell in love with your legs, and convinced you to run off with him, remember? And you sent me postcards from all over Africa when you followed him back, and I still have them on my fridge.

Date: 2010-03-30 02:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] varianor.livejournal.com
What ever did you do with those 47 bodies anyway?

Date: 2010-03-30 02:26 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ladyaelfwynn.livejournal.com
One of the most fun we ever had was playing quidditch in the rain on Salem Green and then we buzzed The Friendship on our brooms. Before we left, I had to take some photos of the Roger Conant statue for work as we have some of Henry Kitson's papers.

Date: 2010-03-30 03:12 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
Stuffed 'em in a mailing tube and sent them to Senator Tsongas.

Date: 2010-03-30 03:13 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
I swear I can still smell the mud sometimes.

Date: 2010-03-30 03:14 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
That skirt was amazing...I keep looking for another one on Ebay.

Date: 2010-03-30 03:14 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
Do I remember? Where do you think I got Malfoy-the-cat?

Date: 2010-03-30 03:15 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
I still get the occasional piece of dried blubber from Nanook, you know.

Date: 2010-03-30 05:47 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
Ah, Nanook. I remember the time he tried to harness a pig in with his dogs. Such a clown!

Date: 2010-03-30 11:49 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] lady-jade-01.livejournal.com
Ok, wayback machine fired up...remember that weekend we snuck out and went to the Shenango Valley river, fired up my pappa's boat and caused havoc on the river??

hehehehehe

Date: 2010-03-30 11:54 am (UTC)From: [identity profile] ellid.livejournal.com
I'm not sure the skipper of the Good Ship Lollipop has recovered yet!

Date: 2010-03-30 01:35 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] danabren.livejournal.com
The night we went swing dancing and you flung me so hard that I went out the window, bounced off the awning below and landed in Bob Saget's arms, ultimately knocking hime down and killing him - we both got the Congressional Medal of Honor.

That was a good night.

Date: 2010-03-30 07:04 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile] arionrhod.livejournal.com
Do you remember that night we got drunk with Gorbie in Moscow, and you jumped up on that table and started doing a strip tease to "The Song of the Volga Boatmen?" Then Jesse Helms showed up wearing a pink corset and you stole his false teeth and ran around claiming his black feather boa was a ploy to attract Fidel Castro? I still can't remember which of us dumped the whole bottle of vodka over Marcel Marceau's head, but damn he looked pissed!

Of course none of it would have happened if you'd not HAD to have french fries with your kirsch torte. Do you still have the tattoo of the kangaroo on your boob you got to commemorate the outing?
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