Remember when...

[505247]

A meme, yes, I try to avoid them but I do get sucked in from time to time. I thought this would be a nice one for a group that's heavily larded w/ writers

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[woeful_poetess]

Did I ever tell you how long I watched you that day? The smell of grease permeated that place so thickly I envisioned it filling up the crevices in the broken floor tiles, filling up the cups that lined themselves up like ancient and forgotten soldiers, and wrapping each inhabitant of that that dingy little place in a rancid coat that would later require a fervent scrubbing to disrobe. The aroma of the month old fryer oil was making me nauseous, but you, you just sat there jotting down words so frantically and with such determination that my curiosity would not be subdued

[505247]

God - I can’t get over how talented you guys are. Thank God the kitchen caught fire

[sixgun45lc]

Do you remember that time when we met for breakfast? I was passing through town and only had a little time to spend. We sat at the table by the windows. The sun coming in the windows really made your hair look lovely, along with the rest of you, of course. The service was incredibly slow but the food was great (especially the fresh orange juice), just like you said it would be. I guess I should have known you'd have the best spots already coped out, huh? We talked about everything and nothing, getting to know each other while confirming things we'd already established. I really had a good time that morning. And then you drove me back to the train station. I was sorry to have to leave.

[505247]

I remember the time you guys invited me over for a barbecue. I was playing beer volleyball w/ a couple of people (the complicated rules of which escape me now) and you were wielding the grill implements as if they were weapons and turning out steaks to order. The guy next to me had been drinking gin and tonics and he started getting a little closer to me every time we rotated. I didn’t want to make a scene, but it was getting to the point that I could smell the gin, and he wasn’t registering my subtle hints. I was pawing the ground with my sandal when you must have looked over. All I know is, I heard you yell the guys name and then you ordered him over to the deck. When he got there, you put him in the corner like a preschooler.

[sixgun45lc]

Yep, that would be alright, captain of the fun police (as I have been officially titled by my father). And I may even know the friend you refer to. Never could hold his drink well. Knucklehead.

[505247]

I don’t think you ever knew how incredibly grateful I was for that.

[hiddendreams]

I was sitting in the park one Spring afternoon with my CD player's headphones insulating me from the sounds of children cavorting at chaos. I think it was Ravel

[505247]

I had never thought much about Elaine one way or the other. We got along fine, but we’d never done anything that didn’t also involve 6 or 8 other people.

But I remember after my father died, a bunch of went out to dinner. It had been a bad couple of months, and everyone was happy to have me back. I was happy to be back, but it was like returning from a foreign country; I was having a hard time getting the right words out, and handling the local currency. The guys were yipping puppies competing for attention, and I wanted to hand them each a dog biscuit and just go home. The thought of curling up in the exact center of my bed seemed, at that moment, like all I could possibly ever ask of life.

Instead, I walked out into the parking lot, pacing aimlessly, and Elaine followed. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ll be alright. I just want to be alone right now.”

“That’s OK,” she answered. “”We can be alone together.” She stood there silently, keeping watch, and let me cry. It was the first time I'd ever truly heard her.

[hiddendreams]

You know, my dear... I don't know how you can denigrate your efforts in this meme. Yours not only tell a little story, but also an insight into the way you see the person you're writing about. And that's very rare and lovely.

Thank you for being you, and I'm sorry this activity was at all bittersweet for you...

*hugs*

[505247]

Now I’m all choked up. Geesh, how chick-like is that?

Thanks, dear. But you must admit, my friends do rock.

[505247]

The city fathers dubbed that neighborhood “Antiques Row.” They bought nice little filigree signs and everything, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s two blocks away from the Cinema Art adult theater, and no well-heeled tourists are ever going to make it there unless they’re already hopelessly lost or also looking to pick up a little crack

[drasca]

I was at my computer, playing Master of Orion in the full on addiction of "Just one more turn" taking notes for my After-Action report. My apartment's always had an open door policy, and this was no different. You came in, and I thought it was one of my roommates coming home alone, or Zoe with his japanese girlfriend. I'd forgotten to lock my bedroom door this time around, and I was already half undressed in my boxer shorts at my computer desk facing the door. I looked up, a bit surprised. You whispered shush, through the door and told me, "Close your eyes and wait for me." Instinctively, I did so. You came in, around the desk and slipped me in a blindfold. Interesting I'd thought. A soft hand not my own slipped underneath my boxers, and gave a long unsure probing stroke, that gained confidence as you felt the measure and contour of my rise

[505247]

Hah! I wondered how long it would take someone to remember me naked. A surprisingly long time, considering the nature of this journal. I will give you a memory, though not a continuation of this one. Just give me a bit, as I’m rather busy today.

[drasca]

Never said you were naked ;) I'll work on this in a bit.

[505247]

You know what I mean. And you of all people - how bold!

I liked my response, though. I always enjoyed those little moments.