described by misreall as "a martini glass full of vodka, over which the bartender has waved a bag of Craisins." You've just got to hang out with someone who can turn a phrase like that, don't you?
Happy birthday, misreall!
Nicely done, aunt_deen. (I usually forget the underscore.)
We have had lots of awesome fun, haven't we? From the Bethlehem trip there was also the Charminplatz. And it was Madison, that weird club in the middle of nowhere with the stainless steel bathroom doors that made a pretty sound when you closed them. That was the show we almost didn't go to because we were tired.
A few additions to the list:
The night we failed to see Fellowship of the Ring at the IMax. The first convertible in LA, when we got lost on Mullholland Dr. "I have seen the severed head of Nicholas Nickleby!"
Thank you for the birthday post, and for everything else. I love you like crazyness.
Crap, I can't believe I forgot the IMAX trip! The Red Elvises were part of that one too, I remember. They were the manic soundtrack as we zipped back and forth across the northwest suburbs wondering how we could be missing a screen that large.
My most vivid memories of that are threefold. 1) You yelling, "Get off here!" and me yanking the steering wheel to the right and cutting across four lanes of traffic to reach the exit ramp, 2) me throwing coins at the automatic toll basket and missing and then peeling rubber out of there, and 3) you saying, "For God's sake, Lucy and Ethel would have found the theater by now!"
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Great list, aunt_deen.
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You've just got to hang out with someone who can turn a phrase like that, don't you?
Happy birthday, misreall!
Nicely done, aunt_deen.
(I usually forget the underscore.)
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A few additions to the list:
The night we failed to see Fellowship of the Ring at the IMax.
The first convertible in LA, when we got lost on Mullholland Dr.
"I have seen the severed head of Nicholas Nickleby!"
Thank you for the birthday post, and for everything else. I love you like crazyness.
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My most vivid memories of that are threefold. 1) You yelling, "Get off here!" and me yanking the steering wheel to the right and cutting across four lanes of traffic to reach the exit ramp, 2) me throwing coins at the automatic toll basket and missing and then peeling rubber out of there, and 3) you saying, "For God's sake, Lucy and Ethel would have found the theater by now!"
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Don't forget shouting, "That's all they get!" You criminal, you.
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I hope it's a terrific start to a(nother) year you'll always love remembering.
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