Memity Meme

[dwenius]

Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn't matter if I know you a little, a lot, or at all, anything you remember or don't remember! Have fun. Optional meme bit: Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

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[nancy73.livejournal.com]

Harrisonburg, VA - you coming downstairs one morning and doing your impression of Jesus Christ for me.

that's the first memory that leaps to mind, anyway. It was a very good impression, plaid boxer shorts and all.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

Hm. Did I do this on request, or was this a common morning ritual in those days?

You have to realize that all memories of the year in that house are safely packed away in a box in a dusty corner of my mind. I've just slapped a big sign on it that says "Dude, you forgave yourself and others for this mess a decade ago. Move on, nothing to see here, not a toy, do not eat, contents under pressure, etc."

[nancy73.livejournal.com]

I think is was a special request. something like, "Hey, do the Jesus-thing for me, will ya?" and you replied with a grunt and then extending your arms, sucking in your stomach to look emaciated and tilting your head to the side. then you continued on your way to get/consume morning coffee.

Maybe I should've picked the night Tim had that drooling problem? That was a fun evening.

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

It was indeed, the first of many such nights that helped me be the me I am now.

[nancy73.livejournal.com]

and you're such a good you, too...you....YOU!

ok...and how's about: So I'm on this insane road-trip and out of the blue, my two road-trip buddies and I are near San Francisco. We call up one Mary Sz and say as politely as possible, "Hey, I'm in town...yeah, about half-hour away. Can my friends and I use your shower and have some floor?" And of course, Mary says yesh, and we meet up and, well, damned if there isn't a party/rave happening, so being the brave adventurered we were, we go. So, I've looked at all the enviroments and have decided to go with the cooler hallway leaning up against the nice chilly cinderblocks and am ex.haus.ted. when I hear a manly "SQUEEEEE!" and I think to myself, "How did Paul get wrapped around me? Where the hell am I?"

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

You know, in my head, it took *forever* to parse that same moment. I had known, earlier in the day, that you might be around, but by that point in the evening, it's a miracle I knew my NAME, much less recognized anybody else! A fun night, until they busted a perfectly legal and permitted party.