Strolling through my back pages. I was so much older then. I found a fairly early post—okay, so it was a meme: sue me! But it was one of my favorite memes ever:
Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened.
So I've been a bit preoccupied lately, and still don't feel like posting about Chicago and probably won't ... and I figured, let's re-run that meme and I know I'm a lazy-ass weblog writer, kicking back and asking the readers to do the heavy lifting. But you're all so good at it! heeeeeee.
What have I been up to all these years? Let me know. xoxox
Remember when we were kids, and that summer that you spent a week with us at my Grandma's. I was totally in awe of you, except for the night you convinced everyone to help you drink the bottle of rum you stole from the 'Weight and Bait'. I threw up all night... Rum and Doritos just don't mix. But you! Man you could knock it back. You finally passed out with my great grandma's favorite macrame flower pot hanger draped over your head. The last think I remember you saying was 'if Joan Jett could sing like me, she could take over the world'... Then you burst into song -
"I love rock n' roll
So put another dime in the jukebox, baby
I love rock n' roll
So come an' take your time an' dance with me"...
I think I was grounded for the next three years!
Posted by: Amber | Sunday, 03 July 2005 at 05:45 PM
I will never forget the way you looked, all tousled and dishevelled in your old purple flight suit, the afternoon you landed the F16 after that incredible dogfight over North Korean airspace. You said the three enemy Migs were bitches and you bitchslapped them... awesome. And that smell, MAN.
Posted by: zeno | Monday, 04 July 2005 at 10:32 AM
I remember the way you cried when your stumps took so long to heal, but in the end everyone admired you as being the one bold enough to continue skateboarding on a tightrope between electricity pylons.
Posted by: scott | Tuesday, 05 July 2005 at 02:24 PM
Remember those days back at the convent? No heat in the winter, hot as hell in the summer? I'll never forget the time we ripped off our habits and went swimming in the canal in our underwear. We had to sneak into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get matches to burn off the leeches. The next day the Mother Superior dressed me down for falling asleep during mass. It was then that I decided to leave the church.
Posted by: miel | Tuesday, 05 July 2005 at 04:23 PM
I remember way back when we were both eggs in mom's ovaries. Ah those were the days, you use to teach me arts and crafts back then. But then you had to go off and get yourself all fertilized didn't you and leave me all alone with my glue and paper.
Posted by: little sis | Tuesday, 05 July 2005 at 06:16 PM
Remember when we got really drunk in college and we blew off our finals to go do the May Day demonstrations in Washington DC, and then we got thrown in jail, and when that ACLU lawyer got us out we slept with him in gratitude? No, me neither.
Posted by: Lisa V | Wednesday, 06 July 2005 at 07:04 PM