The thing with the guy in the place...

[eclecticlioness]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(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.

Comments

[pen37]

Remember that time we crashed that costume party, and you were crushing on the guy dressed as a paramedic. Remember his girlfriend who was dressed as a slutty french maid, and how she kept flounicng in front of you.

He totally wasn't worth your time.

[eclecticlioness]

Yeah, though I did deeply enjoy her tripping over the edge of the rug, that last time she flounced, and ending up taking out the refreshment table. Especially when the bowl of ranch dip landed on her head.

[pen37]

Even today, I think of the look on her face, and the way her dress was stained punchbowl-pink, and I smile.

[elvensilverdoor]

Remember that time we went to Mexico, and you had to bail me out of jail at 2 in the morning? Good times, good times...

[eclecticlioness]

Yeah. I told you all that tequila was a bad idea, at least that cop dragged you off the bar before you got your pants all the way off, and before you managed to fall off the bar...I don't think I'll never be able to listen to "Margaritaville" again with a straight face.