I remember sitting on the golden gate bridge with you, both of our sets of legs hanging over the edge, blankets over us, and 2 bottles of cognac (one very nearly empty) sitting between us, drawing us ever closer to one another in the chill of the foggy evening. Tapioca pudding cartons and empty boba tea cups lay strewn within a ten foot radius of us, but nobody noticed or cared about our presence. We were, far and away, the only pedestrians on the bridge. And pretty much the only souls there too, which made both of us feel more alone than we probably ought to have felt.
The drone of the once in a while cars was lulling us both into a comfortable state of drunken nostalgia, and it was clear how the night would come to a close. But the playing of the melody was necessary to get to the end, and we did in fact talk deeply and extensively about life, the universe and everything.
I think that's one of my favorite memories of you and I.
*smiles warmly and snugs up* Oh, my dear, those were beautiful times, and even more beautiful memories.
But, in quality, your memory just barely overtakes my memory of what happened the morning after.
The hot springs... brushing your hair... that moment in the laundry... and the way you wore that most curious jewelry. S'enough to make a guy wish for a rewind button.
Oh, and the result of our publicly consumable conversations actually did get posted under our pseudonym, by the by. I think you'll like what's happened to them, since.
Excellent. Should the zombie ninjas ever come, cast off the ward and plant the clippings around the perimeter. Just remember to feed them afterwards; remember Seattle? We wouldn't want that, now would we?
As I told you after bailed you both out: "Next time, pick the tree that already has a tunnel through it." I was glad to hear that the Park Service dropped the charges.
... I don't remember that so well... WAIT! That's that time we entered that mah jong tournament and I got stinking drunk, isn't it? Or maybe it was just me. Did you ever repair that seat belt? I'm sorry, I'll leave the safety on next time. Send me the bill.
I do, but I could never quite get used to using the WiiMote with my mouth for that one stage.
(Sssssshhhhh!!!!! Are you crazy?!? Do you want *everyone* to know about that? Next you know, the place is going to be a tourist trap and neither of us are going to have a warm(ish) body to practice our fireball techniques on!)
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I'm just sorry that landshark took a bite out of your board!
Also, it helps to have a wire-fu rig handy...;)
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The drone of the once in a while cars was lulling us both into a comfortable state of drunken nostalgia, and it was clear how the night would come to a close. But the playing of the melody was necessary to get to the end, and we did in fact talk deeply and extensively about life, the universe and everything.
I think that's one of my favorite memories of you and I.
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But, in quality, your memory just barely overtakes my memory of what happened the morning after.
The hot springs... brushing your hair... that moment in the laundry... and the way you wore that most curious jewelry. S'enough to make a guy wish for a rewind button.
Oh, and the result of our publicly consumable conversations actually did get posted under our pseudonym, by the by. I think you'll like what's happened to them, since.
-R
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I don't suppose I can talk you into coming to a "gardening party", can I?
You gotta admit, though, the carnage was pretty impressive, even by our standards. I just wish I could get the stains out of my hair...
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WAIT! That's that time we entered that mah jong tournament and I got stinking drunk, isn't it? Or maybe it was just me.
Did you ever repair that seat belt? I'm sorry, I'll leave the safety on next time. Send me the bill.
We'll just need to make sure the ocillation overthruster is dry next time...
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(Sssssshhhhh!!!!! Are you crazy?!? Do you want *everyone* to know about that? Next you know, the place is going to be a tourist trap and neither of us are going to have a warm(ish) body to practice our fireball techniques on!)
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