Memory meme with a twist

[altivo]

From songcoyote and I'll probably regret this...

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.

Comments

[cnipur.livejournal.com]

I remember swimming in lubricant with you.
Hot stuff.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

And it took me forever to get that stuff out of my mane, let me tell you. ;)

[chakawolf.livejournal.com]

My most vivid memory of the two of us is that job in Glasgow in '68. I never thought we'd both walk away from that one. I wonder if the 'evidence' is still buried in that field outside of East Kilbride!

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Probably rusted away by now. We can only hope.

[songcoyote.livejournal.com]

I have a distinct memory of our first meeting, where I picked you out of a crowd because the brightly polished rivets and brasswork in your bridle glinted so delightfully under your eyes. You were shy at first, but seemed to push into my hand when I touched you. We had quite a day together, and my only regret was that it was so short.

Granted, that's only the second most vivid memory of you, but my most vivid isn't something I'll post about here :)

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Darn. You outdid me. :D

[vakkotaur.livejournal.com]

How could I forget the time a horse almost landed on me? I'm glad to have only been grazed in all that but it's too bad the wing system didn't survive the landing. I'm still amazed that you flew at all, let alone as much as you did. You were as close to Pegasus as I am ever likely to see. Do you have any of the UFO/alien/greek-gods-visit-earth and such articles the tabloids printed after that?

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Heh. Actually I do. That's where I got the idea for my NaNoWriMo novel this year.

[niko-winterset.livejournal.com]

*Hmmms* Let me think. Oh yeah...now I remember.

It was a warm sunny spring day and I was walking along an isolated country road when I spot this handsome stallion grazing in the pasture nearby. I hopped the fence and slowly walked up to him, petted his nose then offered him a few sugar cubes. After a few minutes of nuzzling and getting acquainted I led him by the halter back to his stall then closed the door behind us....*blinks*

Wait, I can't finish this. If I do I will loose what little halo I have left. I think I will leave the more risque' post to a certain black unicorn who...(as is was so well put in another horses journal)...has been forcing entries friends-only since April 2004. :P

*grins*

Storm

[altivo.livejournal.com]

You're just leaving out the really embarrassing part. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me.

[niko-winterset.livejournal.com]

Heh, thanks. I was not trying to hide anything though. I had that comment planned out from the start. :)

Have a great day Tivo.

Storm

[hgryphon.livejournal.com]

I remember that tandem skydiving jump we took over Manitoba three Junes ago... Though I swear you groped me, naughty thing!

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Heh. Now think about that. When you get groped by a hoof, there isn't likely to be a lot of doubt about it is there?

[hgryphon.livejournal.com]

It could have just been an "accident." ;)

[quickcasey.livejournal.com]

I remember first meeting you in the early '70s. I was renting the dingy apartment below yours. I was working the night shift. You decided to earn extra cash teaching Clydesdales to flamenco dance out of your residence. Being awakened by falling plaster, I climbed the fire escape, teeth bared, to "discuss" this with you. The vision of you with the rose in your teeth caused me to lose my balance, and fall into the alley. In the hospital, I got all the rest I needed.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had to give that up shortly afterwards. The problem was that once you teach a Clydesdale to dance, it's so hard to get him to stop. And the results, as I'm sorry you found out, can be devastating.

Hmm..

[unigal.livejournal.com]

well there was that one night at Miskatonic University , when we summoned the elder gods, and bound them with a emphirical carrot of bidding..

Hee.. i remember when we made them put on nylons and wigs and play twister..the look of indignation was almost worth the eternal curse of damnation and torture. I still have no idea how you managed to drink Yog-Sothoth under the table.. that was talent.

I don't remember too much after that.. just that terrible hangover. Still not as bad as that night in scotland.. but thats another story all together..

**:)

Re: Hmm..

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Actually it was pretty easy. My brother is a sleight of hand magician and I've learned a few things from him. No one can tell everclear from water just by the appearance, you see.

[songdogmi.livejournal.com]

There was that time a few years ago, when Northwestern was having that reallly good football season, and you invited me and the missus over to watch the U of M game... the wives were in the kitchen talking, I dunno, girl talk I guess, and we were in the living room with your little boy (who's, what, a senior now? Gawd they grow up fast) watching the Wildcats take apart Michigan's defense... meanwhile your daughter and mine were upstairs playing with that huge collection of plush animals. We oughta get together again sometime.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

I'm speechless, truly speechless. I think you won the "IT NEVER COULD HAVE HAPPENED" award for this one.

[songdogmi.livejournal.com]

/* does little happy dance */

I almost added a bit about drinking cheap American beer, but thought that might be overkill.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

Or at least made me feel ill. I won't even make beer batter out of cheap American (or Mexican) beer.

[chibiabos.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget the time back in late 1999 you helped out my boyfriend (at the time) when money considerations helped us apart. I especially remember the time I flew down to help him move into your place, that old Crown Vic you had that ate more oil than gas! It was very foggy when we got down to the gulf coast, the entire coast I think was enshrouded!

I remember quite fondly the fun we had at that motel, and packing up your car with his stuff, and how in the middle of ... *ahem* ... well, you remember! ... the cops showed up and surrounded us because someone called in, suspicious of all the junk we had loaded in that car. They made us sit outside against that wall, and it was uncharacteristically chilly for Florida.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

That's a tough memory for me. I hated that car, especially because I never trusted it to keep running and going all that distance in it had me on edge the whole way. The deep south is my least favorite place to be too, which doesn't help. It seems every time I drive through there I get stopped on suspicion of something or other and they rifle through my possessions and all before letting me go. I've been told that all it takes is out of state plates and a long mane. Certainly it isn't skin color in my case. Even Florida is not a place I like to be, but we survived.

[Almost but not quite as far-fetched as Charlie's memory right above this one. Gack.]

[zenicurean.livejournal.com]

I distinctly remember you narrowly winning a literature debate we had in this tiny crowded West Berlin pub sometime during the late eighties, before the Wall came down. Their drinks were good but there was way too much cigarette smoke. Someone was doing Volkswagen-spotting out the window.

[altivo.livejournal.com]

And it was a darned good thing the debate was in English, because in German I'd have lost. In Finnish, of course, I couldn't even begin.