Fun thing stolen from Scott
07/05/06
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 LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
I remember when we were hanging out down by the lake, by the Rock Salt, and those two Traid guys started brawlin’, John Woo style, and you handed my your smoothie with a non-chalant “Hold this, please.” Then you walked on over, busted out some Iron Monkey on the one of ’em, and then yelled at the other one in Mandarin (or it might have been Cantonese, I can’t tell the two apart) and then he looked like he was about to cry! You never did tell me what it was you said to him.
That one time at band camp…
No, I’m kidding. We never went to band camp. I mean, I don’t even play an instrument. However, the memory of us that I hold most dear is the time when we got caught inside the Space Needle with Nicole and Dave after closing. I’m not sure how they managed to overlook all of us when the last elevator went down–maybe it was the high wind evacuation–but it was hella fun. Oh man, I can still remember how much my knee hurt going down just a fourth of the stairs. Fortunately for me, You and Dave offered to carry me down the rest of the way, while Nikki just laughed at what a baby I was. Those were good times, lemme tell ya.