Meme Me!

[callistra]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) 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 on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

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[angriest.livejournal.com]

That time I misheard what you said, and we got into that fight, and wound up coating the walls of the Sheraton function room with luncheon meat from all the bologna we were flinging at each other? Classic times...

[anthanum.livejournal.com]

I vividly remember the day you decided to approapriate the Tiger Moth biplane from the Royal Aero Club. It was a clear and crisp morning when you nonchalantly strolled up to the cockpit, knocked the current pilot sensless and took off with his ride. I will always remember fondly how you dive bombed that Salvation Army Band; Oh how I laughed when you scored a direct hit with a champagne cork on the lead timbralist.

[mihatenu-juri.livejournal.com]

I remember that time we danced in the rain.

and the candy.
oh the candy.

[deborahb.livejournal.com]

Remember when we took that photo for your Perfect Boobies LJ Icon? You, me, a small team of crack guerillas, a bunch of scotch tape, (some scotch), & somebody's arse.

I bet only a handful of us know those boobies aren't boobies at all!

'Til now, of course.

[maelkann.livejournal.com]

You being nice to me.

And y'all wonder why I don't drink.

[(Anonymous)]

It was four or five Swancons ago (I forget which one, because you all were too drunk to remember) but it was the first and the last time the Klingon Liberation Force dared attend a Swancon.

Anyhow, the KLF had just come back from dinner at Han's Cafe and we were all milling about in the lobby in full Klingon makeup, playing Freak the Mundane and having a grand old time.

Well, you, John, Grant and some guy we nicknamed Little Lizard (from the time y'all went skinny-dipping in the hotel pool during the con one year (and yes, I *still* have the video, and so will the rest of the world as soon as I figure out how to get it from VHS to StupidVideos.com)) came down from one of the bacchinalias the Saturday Night Room Parties generally turn into and spotted me, curvy chick in black with long frizzy hair, at the registration desk. My back was turned, so you thought you'd surprise me.

First thing you noticed about me was that there was nothing on my legs. This surprised you, because you know I never bare my legs in public. So you, in your usual charming way when drunk, shouted out, "Heidi! You've lost your pants!"

I mustn't have heard you, because I didn't turn around. So you thought you'd have a bit of fun. You came up from behind, wrapped your arms around me and fondled my breasts, saying, "Let's have a look at that Klingon Kleavage!" then proceeded to hump my leg.

Only, when "I" turned around, it wasn't me at all, but some other chick who had nothing to do with Swancon. Needless to say, you were both surprised, especially since you were in full Goth dress, and this poor businesswoman who'd already had a few close encounters that weekend and was trying desperately to check out at 11 pm, did a funny little shuddery dance as she tried to escape this "Freaking Lesbo!" (as I think she called you, and that was one of the better (ie: repeatable) names she used) then buggered off as quickly as she could without paying her bill, which the hotel then pinned on the Con.

Only then did you turn around to see me--and my video camera--standing across the lobby.

Alas, the KLF, having been deeply dishonoured, never attended a Swancon again.

So... deposit five hundred dollars into my paypal account, or this is another candid camera moment going up on StupidVideos.com. ;)

[cupidsbow.livejournal.com]

Hey remember that time we went nuclear-weapons protesting? It was about 45 degrees in the shade and we'd agreed to do it in the nude, and then we chickened out because we decided cooking ourselves with UV would be an ironic way to die, given the protest topic.

So we snuck off and had giant pistachio and chocolate sundaes instead.

[shigawire.livejournal.com]

It was summer a couple of years ago, and we were out with some people in a cafe in the middle of Northbridge, staggeringly drunk. I'll never forget the way that despite the empty wine bottles scattered around, we were so quiet and reserved. Those nice evangalists came meekly up to our table, and everyone was so quietly accepting. We even passed the hat around and came up with $50 for their campaign for compulsory bible study groups in pre-schools.

[cricketk.livejournal.com]

Oh god - that time you tried to show me how to make proper tomato soup and we got staggeringly drunk and managed to spill hot tomato soup all over the cat.

And then when the vet came to take a look at poor Miffy, Vetboy was too cute for words and I tried to get him to stay by doing my very best impression of a bird with a broken wing. Except apparently I looked more like a duck and you kept saying "Quack" and I kept saying "No echo" - we were hilarious! I don't understand why we never saw Vetboy again.

And it took us two hours to clean all the tomato stains off the bench tops. And the walls. And the ceiling. And the floor.

[zey.livejournal.com]

Ah, it seems so long ago that hot and balmy day in 1977 when we were both batting at the WACA, facing the one and only Jeff Thomson and his scary bouncers -- and he bowled fast too!

You, nearing your Century, getting hit on the head and having to be taken to hospital (this was the era before helmets) for X-Rays. Me, getting out for 42 and discovering the Question of Life, The Universe and Everything but then forgetting it again on the way back to the pavillion because of that female streaker with the hairy nipples.

What times we had, eh.