Sandy will tell you, I don't do the "me-me" thing very often. And I never pass on those emails that implore you not to break the chain. But I saw this me-me over at Junebug's place and it made me think about all the crap I wrote in people's yearbooks back in high school. If someone asked me to sign their yearbook, I would write a half page or so about all the stuff we had done together. Of course it was stuff like being on the cheerleading squad with them and b.s. designed to make them scratch their heads in future years muttering, "who in the hell was this guy?"
So, without further ado, (and I expect both of the people that read this to respond!) here's the poop:
"If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or don't really know each other) 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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I just barely remember that Jethro Tull concert! Wonder what those guys put in that joint? I had flashbacks for ages! Can I blame everything that’s wrong with me now on that night?
What I DO remember is you and I raiding your Dad’s liquor cabinet at the age of 13 (I swear it was YOUR idea) and riding our bicycles out to our favorite hiding place under that old bridge. Now-a-days we’d probably get mugged by homeless people, but back then it was our secret, the place where we went to get away from parents, siblings, homework, and just to be alone.
What was it we drank that day? I know it was clear but was it vodka or rum or what? No matter, it was potent stuff and that day was the first time I ever got drunk. I also had my first hangover the next morning, damn you.
I remember you trying to catch that little snake that scared the shit out of me and falling into the water. You looked like a drowned rat and I couldn’t help laughing at you. You got so mad that you threw me in, forgetting that I CAN’T SWIM. Then you had to go back in and save me even though I nearly drowned you by climbing on your back and pushing you under. Hey, I was scared!! But you were my hero after all, dragging me out and worrying over me until me until I got my breath back.
We became blood brother/sister under that bridge. You gave me my first kiss there. In fact, you gave me a lot of firsts, and I’ll always love you for that.
I went to see the old bridge after writing this, and it’s no longer there. The road is closed and a new road and bridge are ½ a mile away. But don’t worry. The bridge may be gone, but my memories of it and you will always be with me. I miss you.
Thanks for playing the "Imagine" game with me. I'm having so much fun with it, and I can just see us under that bridge!
The main memory for me that sticks out about when we was growing up was the night after we seen "The Marshall Tucker Band" play at the state fair. You were so drunk and all over my cousin Missy. All 3 of us jumped in your Yellow El Camino and took off for Jimbo's house.
We was all partying and you & Missy had gone back into the bedroom and ya'll was gone for a while and then I heard you in the kitchen...I was afraid you were getting sick or something so I checked on ya'....you were standing in there buck naked and rummaging through the drawers...I asked you what you was looking for and you said "Saran Wrap and rubber bands"....
You was making a homemade condom.
I just ain't never been able to look at Cling Wrap the same way ever again.
You was a crazy dawg back then...you did wind up breaking Missy's heart though...ya' know after you dumped her for them twins that lived in Crawford County. They was both buck teethed and bow legged but you said you loved them....I guess love is blind...
I just hate that them girls daddy ran you out of Georgia but what you did with them is considered illegal in the great state of Georgia...you was just too bad for words...
"I just ain't never been able to look at Cling Wrap the same way ever again".
God, I love it. Sandy, you're a poet and don't know it.
illegal, possibly. Immoral? Absolutely. But, how often does a guy get twins?? I mean, really.
Remember that time we went to that bar in Austin? It was packed, but this good looking blonde with a hot bod and big boobs caught your eye. She really knew how to shake it on a dance floor too.
You were so shy! Sandy and I kept telling you to go for it! When you finally got up the nerve to go talk to her, you could not find her. Thankfully you had a lot of beer that night, you went to go to the men's room and when you walked in, you saw that "hot blonde" peeing in to the urnial!!!
Poor thing, you turned green and high tailed it out of there, grabbing us on the way.
how come almost every memory folks have of me ends with, "poor thing..."?
Well I've been thinking about this all night and I owe you an apology Circa. The memory was supposed to be fake........sorry...hahaha..
You were such a sweetheart to me when I began that job at the dot.com back in 98. I really appreciate your silence over that silly handcuff and trapeze room thingie. That second vp was an a-hole. But for you, I'd still be in the mailroom with Ritzo whatsisname, the stinky one? He liked you a lot. A lot.
Stay as sweet as you were then!
The Frothmistress
"stay as sweet as you were then..." That's what every girl in high school that didn't want to go out with me wrote in my year book. What exactly is that supposed to mean? Help a guy out, explain it, mkay?
My favorite memory of you was when we found out, after much disputed DNA testing, that Gwatney Plochmann actually fathered both of us. It was such a trip since he was the most "flamboyent" artist in Paris and China....Texas. We laughed, we hugged, we cried....now we need to find our mother!!!
LYLAS!!
:)
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