invented memory meme
From whump, an invented memory meme.
Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then post this in your journal so that people can invent memories for you.



Ah, mon petite chou-chou, remember when we flew to Paris to see the opening of Godzilla. You were scornful as only Badger can be over American cultural imperialism, where I argued that any movie containing Jean Reno perforce contains the requisite French content. And then, tombons sur un os, the movie was so boring that we both fell asleep! But still, we shall always have Paris...
Posted by: J | April 27, 2004 at 07:38 PM
I still haven't forgiven you for the time you got my pet porcupine passed-out drunk on creme de menthe. She didn't wake up for a night and a day. But she did have lovely minty breath.
Posted by: Beth | April 27, 2004 at 10:05 PM
Aiiie... the meme jumped the Live Journal/Blogistan barrier!
It's an outbreak.
I think it was in Cleveland that we ran out of cash and had to work selling Bibles door to door in order to fix the van.
Posted by: whump | April 27, 2004 at 10:33 PM
Dude, do you remember that time we were parked outside the student services building to pick up our Pell Grant checks and when we came back out that huge crane was parked behind us blocking my car? We asked around but couldn't find the driver of the huge freakin' machine. So I thought, I have a tiny Mitsubishi, I can do this. And then we tried to do these tight little turns, moving forward 2" moving back 2" until finally I just said screw it and pulled up onto the sidewalk and nearly hit the building. You were laughing hysterically and I was honking at the pedestrians. But I got us out of there.
Posted by: Melanie | April 28, 2004 at 07:33 AM
It was cold. It was dark. But we had a crackling fire and a ski lodge. I said, "Take off that dress, I'll keep you warm." You blushed.
Posted by: Jo | April 28, 2004 at 08:05 AM
That time when we were galloping over the moor and I said 'If you get to the beacon first I'll tell you who Maurice really is'...
Posted by: Iris | April 28, 2004 at 08:55 AM
I'll always remember that time we went abalone diving. I swore to you that you could hold your breath long enough to get the knife under the mollusk and pry it free, and I'll be damned if you didn't do just that. You were so exhilarated when you broke free of the surface, brandishing your prize above the waves!
It was worth it, even if we did get caught and sent to jail for poaching.
Posted by: squid | April 28, 2004 at 11:39 AM
i cant forget the time we were on the ski lift in the swiss alps and those two german guys were hitting on us but that night in the lodge we ended up stealing their girlfriends. it was all good until the blonde guy ended up dead and we spent three days being questioned in jail.
Posted by: minnie | April 28, 2004 at 11:59 AM
Oh yeah! That blond guy! Hans!
Hey wait! That guy was my DAD!
Posted by: Jo | April 28, 2004 at 12:05 PM
I was walking down the street in West Campus and you were sitting on your porch smoking a joint. For some reason we made eye contact and you offered to share. I stuttered something like, "thanks, no, don't smoke" and kept walking. And then kicked myself black and blue over my stupidity.
Posted by: Prentiss Riddle | April 28, 2004 at 07:06 PM