stolen from daytonward :
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don’t speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, 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 in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.
FYI: Dayton and I stole a cheap plastic sled from some homeowner who left the garage door open, then tried to luge down the hill by Liberty Memorial. Ya shoulda been there!
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Do you remember that time we were singing on the street corner in Austin and Willie Nelson walked by and invited us to sing with him later that night at the Hole In The Wall? Johnny Cash was in the audience and bought us all a round of drinks. We all got so drunk on Old Crow we woke up in the city jail and none of us knew what we’d done. Still don’t! Then, after June posted our bail, you got thrown right back in the cell because as we were leaving the court house you tried to bash (then) Governor Bush in the head with your guitar. I can’t believe Johnny wrote a song about it, can you? Went straight up to #1, too. No one but you could have a song written about their drunken escapades shoot up the charts like that. That sure was nice of Johnny to take us along to the Grammy’s when the song was nominated for Best Country Song of the Year, wasn’t it? Fuck Garth Brooks man! I can’t believe he won! We were robbed! But we did get to meet Jerry Garcia that night. He was in such a good mood. And to this day, no one but us knows his big secret. I’m not telling. Are you?
Johnny – such a genius songwriter, but that first bridge he wrote? So not good. And Jerry. He brought those really good nachos and we chowed backstage. Mmmm, cheesey…
Do you remember that time when we hiked up at Scott Lake and found that waterfall spring with little green plants gowing in it? I didn’t believe you that it was watercress, but then you ate some and I ate some and then this unicorn walked by and when he smiled he looked like Anthony Michael Hall?
Oh yeah. And then the two of you limboed for, like, hours, but then he sort of wandered off and we couldn’t find our shoes. I remember…
I was thinking just yesterday of the time we ate lunch together at The Ivy. We nibbled on cobb salads and eavesdropped on Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore, who were necking at the next table. Afterward, you snagged Paris Hilton’s car keys from the valet while he wasn’t looking. Didn’t you just love cruising Sunset Boulevard in her Bentley?
That was one smooth ride. And then we drove to that discount shoe store and whispered loudly to each other that Paris Hilton was inside. It took just five minutes before the paparazzi arrived. When that skinny blonde girl with big sunglasses walked out the photog right next to you went nuts and started chanting “Paris! Over here! Paris!” You could totally see your elbow in that one pic that appeared on OMG.com.
Those salads were divine… Next time let’s snag Lindsey Lohan’s keys.
Remember the road trip down to Helotes, Texas to see Lyle at the Floore Country Store? We each ended up with a cufflink. It sure was nice of Lyle to insist the charges be changed from felony to misdemeanor. So have you finished your community service yet?
Just four more months of scraping roadkill of the highways. Did you ever wash that spot on your cheek where he kissed you goodbye?
No. I just tell people the dirty spot is a birthmark. But at least it was just my cheek. What about you? He kissed your cheek … your arm … your hand … your toes … your…..
hahahaha! Call me Pigpen
Do you remember when my mom took us to the Shaun Cassidy concert in Kansas City? And we ditched her while she was waiting for nachos at the concession stand and we pretended we were groupies so we could sneak backstage? His public image was always so wholesome… But I’m still haunted by the things I saw back there. And the things we did. I always wanted to ask you – where did you learn to do that? I guess having older sisters was an advantage in that arena…
You were supposed to share a fake memory. Sheesh.
Hey! Remember that time we were English Country Dancing, and you kept hollering “do si do” when we were supposed to be doing serious Darcy/Elizabeth moves? I almost peed myself laughing. We’ll have to do that again sometime soon!
hahahahahaha! Next time let’s wear those short, hot pink petticoats!
Bet you don’t remember the time we agreed to take Roxanne up on her offer to road trip to New Orleans in that ancient Winnebago that leaked when it rained? (Due to *someone* not believing the stated clearance on the Interstate overpass, might I add.) And you bought the naughty T-shirt that I said would get us kicked out of the speakeasy, but you proved me wrong by singing “Some Like It Hot” on the bar top while it was on fire? Man, I ruined a good pair of bootheels on THAT one, but it was a *blast*!
Oh yeah! and then the next morning we took that swamp tour because you were determined to catch yourself a croc to replace your ruined boots, but then the EPA guys showed up and chased us with air rifles and we had to hide out for hours in that half-sunk abandoned school bus. Those mosquitoes were huge.
I thought those were helicopters…
Wasn’t it cool the time we went to DQ at 3 am and found the guy serving soft serve snoring into his chili fries?
Oh, and you were so needing that chocolate fix (yes, you), that we woke him up and took the cones from his chili-stained hands.
who would’ve thought chili-flavored chocolate could be so tasty? Didn’t he ask for your phone number?
Yeah, but I gave her your cell, instead — it was funny at the time (until he called you the following night, also at 3 am, asking to be bailed out of jail).
I just remember when we went iceblocking on that golfcourse nearby. It was winter, nighttime and the grass was particularly slick. I somehow got you to go down the steepest area: worked out well for you even though you slid off the iceblock and got soaked by the dew. I managed to stay on but almost broke my leg when I slammed into an electrical box at the bottom of the hill. You were amused by the whole thing even though I was grumbling and acting dramatic about my “mortal wound” the whole time. ;-P
Good times.
Man, I’ve never seen blood squirt like that. My jaw still hurts where you smacked me after I told you to rub some dirt in it.