Meme and apology

[kitanzi]

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.

Why not... however, I should also say I dunno how much LJ I will be reading in the next week or two, or if I'll be keeping up much at all. My surgery is rescheduled for a week from yesterday, and I'm doing about 2 hours overtime every night to try and cover the missed time - still temp, still no sick pay. As a result, by the time I get home I'm in a fair bit of pain and not really sitting at the computer much, and may or may not catch up in the morning. If I miss something you wanted me to know, please have pity and just tell me?

Comments

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

Oh, that magic summer when we were both 13, in the barn out back of my house. Probably shouldn't go into too many details, but I'll never forget what we discovered, or how sad I was when your family moved away. I never stopped loving you, and was delighted when we happened to run into each other nearly 20 years later!

[filkerdave.livejournal.com]

There was that time we decided to fly to Nepal and climb Mt. Everest. Man...26 hours travel time in coach; I'm amazed we even made it to base camp!

[poltr1]

There was that Mensa RG several years ago where we got snookered into playing a game of strip Trivial Pursuit. And the rule was, if you got the question right, off went a piece of clothing. Or was that only for pie- wedge questions? I forgot how long the game lasted, but I know I liked what I saw, and I think you liked what you saw. I don't remember the details, but when morning came, we woke up in the same bed (?!), and soon after, we were in the hospitality suite drinking coffee.

[joecoustic.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we collaborated on that book about butterflies and their changing wing colors relating to music playing around at the time. I mean it was just a hoax and all and it was taken so seriously! The whirlwind book tour was a lot of fun - though the scientific and publishing communities were so upset at us when they found out it was all a big joke....

:)

[lothie.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to thank you for when Gwen had her wedding and I didn't have any place to stay and you and Rob let me sleep in your room and pay you with all that hot 3some sex. I'll never forget it.

[celticdragonfly.livejournal.com]

Oh, remember that time when you came back to visit friends - or was it family, I never got the details - in California and came to a LosCon? It was one of my first ones. We'd both quietly gotten up and walked out of a panel that had gotten very sidetracked and no fun at all. I'm glad we struck up a conversation. We ended up wandering off to the con suite, sharing yummy chocolates together, and getting giggly while exchanging bad puns and talking about what we find attractive in other people. It felt almost like getting tipsy. Then we went off to Leslie's filk concert and kept requesting bawdy songs. What a pity you couldn't stay the night at the con.

We'll always have Paris

[acrobatty.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget the time you shot an elephant in my pajamas. How you got into my pajamas, I still can't figure out.

Hugs & kisses. Boy, I come back after a year and everyone's in and out of hospital, what's up with THAT?

Good luck! Feel better.

Re: We'll always have Paris

[annonynous.livejournal.com]

"an elephant in my pajamas. How you got into my pajamas,"

OK, that makes a bit more sense than how the *elephant* got into your pajamas. :)

Ann O.

[vila-resthal.livejournal.com]

Remember the time my Dad took us out fishing on his boat at Lake Hartwell? You had to bait Robert's hook for him 'cause he'd never fished with spring-lizards before and didn't know how to hook them without killing them. And you wanted to catch a big catfish, so you bought a small packet of chicken livers at the bait shop. Remember how they squished through your fingers while you set that treble hook in them? And how you asked for someone to splash some of our drinking water on your hands? Dad just shrugged and said 'the lake's right there..." and threw his line out again. Did you and Robert ever finish eating the filets off that monster catfish you caught? That thing must have weighed 50 pounds. I don't envy you two having to skin and slice that bugger. And remember the surprized look on the faces of those PETA people when you grabbed Dad's AK-47 and shot the bottom out of their boat when it was right over that school of hungry pirannahs and we all just rode off, laughing? Those were fun times. We ought to do that again some time.

Dan

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

As our trapezes swung towards each other and our eyes met, we both just had time to say "Are you sure about this?" Then we were on the backswing, and there was no more time for stalling.

[annonynous.livejournal.com]

Do you remember the time we went to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve in Montreal? The choir was angelic.
And did we ever find out what those things were on top of the cathedral's spires? Their leathery wings
glistened quite brightly in the sunlight. And the one that took off while we watched was so graceful.
Ah, the '50s were fantastic, weren't they?

Ann O.