Fake Memories Meme

[dame_grise]

(stolen from blind_nights)

If you read this, even if we don't speak often or ever, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND 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.

Thanks to all who

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Faux Memory - October, 1986

[claudius418]

The first year you were in college, a few months after we met, I took you, Margaret & James, John, and Willam Currie to Ivey's house. It's a converted fishing cabin, pond included (see pic). Everyone had a good time, except that Iveys' dad kind of scared you. We had bought a bucket of KFC (having had too many pizzas) and sat outside and ate. You and I sat on the swing, which was nice for me since this was back when I was crushing on you (maybe you have forgotten...) You laughed when William tossed a strip of chicken breast to one of the ducks and two others came over and fought over it. Toward dusk there was thunder, and we got back to the college as it began to rain in sheets. I rolled up onto the grass, right up to the door of Concord, all of you ran indoors, and I went home. The end.

Re: Faux Memory - October, 1986

[dame_grise]

I remember your crushing. It was so confusing. At least ducks aren't as mean to people as swans. I miss those times.

[blind_nights]

HEY, REMEMBER THAT TIME... damned was down for revisions for like a month, and while everybody was going through withdrawal, you and i were in the corner snickering about Armand finally getting laid by a real man.

[dame_grise]

You know, he needs to. He's just been whining so much that I don't think he can attract a real man (or even a tough woman) the way he is right now.

[darkoshi]

Do you remember that time we met up downtown, and when we found that orange tree, we climbed up and picked a bunch of oranges? And then we started handing them out to passersby. It was funny how a lot of people didn't want any oranges.

[dame_grise]

People are weird. I'd totally take an orange from you.

[locked_heart_16]

This was, I think, sixteen or seventeen years ago, when you came out to California, remember, it was May, and we went to the Mystery Spot up that winding road in the tinderbox foothills? We climbed up those three flights of weathered redwood plank stairs to get to a ricketty little shack. The whole architectural sequence was ingeniously designed to take advantage of the natural glitches in the spatial-orientation faculties of the human brain and create an illusion that all those tall, skinny poplar and Eucalyptus trees were growing at a distinct cant, so it seemed to us that the whole landscape was eerily tilted, and the floor we were standing on inside the shack sloped frighteningly, while only our bodies remained plumb? You and I both started to reel drunkenly as we tried to cross those floorboards. I remember you pulled that gorgeous red-violet scarf off because being dizzy made you feel like you were choking. A little later, I was gesturing liberally while declaiming about how the illusion works, and that was when I fell off

[dame_grise]

Good times. I even got over my "fear of California" just for you.