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Meme Time: Making Memories

Found at rufinia's:

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.

Anecdotes as an antidote to glumness? a fake past to help in not thinking about tomorrow? Because tomorrow is dental surgery, feh.



( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 30th, 2010 02:52 am (UTC)
Well, there was that night with the absinthe, the llama, and Johnny Depp. The poor lad's knees just weren't up for the likes of us, but the llama more than made up for it.
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:24 pm (UTC)
And when he thought he was Edward Scissorhands again and tried to give the llama a better haircut? Poor llama! But talk about magic fingers... ^_^
Mar. 30th, 2010 08:24 am (UTC)
Remember that time we were having a beer in Lewis' in Norwood and the guy kept returning his burger cause it wasn't rare enough and they brought him out a hunk of raw meat ? Good times !
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:26 pm (UTC)
*snicker* And the uproar when he threw it on the floor and the seeing eye dog went for it!
Mar. 31st, 2010 12:27 pm (UTC)
Ha ha, this reminds me of that time we went to Vegas and we nearly got robbed by Elvis? It was great, but I'm so glad I don't remember where we stashed the bodies.
Mar. 31st, 2010 07:29 pm (UTC)
You don't?! But that's where we hid the sequined jumpsuit too! And the pictures of naked Elvis that were supposed to fund our retirement!
Apr. 4th, 2010 05:25 am (UTC)
That time we were in Alkmaar and low on funds, they still used Guilders then but were about to change to the euro, and all you had were a few francs left over from the ferry and I had only enough to pay for the meal at the cafe, so I just dumped all of my remaining money on the table and we got out of there and were halfway down the street, tripping over ourselves and laughing, when we heard this man behind us shouting in Dutch, it was the waiter coming after us, and he was moving so fast that we had to stop and talk to him, so we screwed up our foreign American courage and stopped in the middle of the street and faced the waiter, a big Dutch man with a red face, but instead of being angry at us for not tipping him, he gave me back fifty guilders, and told us, in broken English, that we had vastly overpaid and he could not take advantage of us. We gotta go back there some time.
Apr. 6th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
His face! So red, it scared me but it was only from the running, poor fellow! And you were the one who'd claimed to have all the exchange rates in your head, you know. My head was swimming from the beer: you'd said we couldn't leave without tasting the local brews and there were too many, even with reducing them to most esoteric. I've found one of them since, in the most unexpected place, a little strip-mall liquor store in northern New Jersey near the chain motel where I'd needed to crash for the night, too tired and the weather too bad to drive any further. I thought at the time that they must have stored it badly, the taste was so different. Later, I told myself maybe it was a difference in the imported version. Till finally I knew it was the time and the place and the company that made the difference, and the best this version could do was help recall those memories. Thank you for the same. :-)
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