Remember that time....
You woke up and I was in bed with you? I know I swore never to speak of it again. I mean, what would the kids think? But that night was the best night of my life. Next time we hang out I'll have to remember the tequila. *starts singing* Tequila makes her clothes fall off
Love ya kid! *smooches*
Good icon choice, seeing as how I am a redhead.
Tequila is quite dangerous, but yes, I remember very well. What a truly remarkable night. ;)
I remember it very well. That was my first night meeting the green fairy, and I followed her everywhere she took me, into the arms of all of those students at the cafe. That was a great time! :)
I remember when we met on a cold, rainy day in December in a seedy bar in downtown. You were wearing ostrich feathers in your hair and dressed like May West but talked like Bettie Davis. I was wearing a lime green retro tuxedo with a short blonde wig and my finest mustache. Our eyes met after I lowered my sunglasses while you were picking your nose. I put my cig out in your drink and you gave me such a dirty look I had to check if I were still alive. My mustache transfered off and onto your face after we kissed. My transvestite pimp/husband/wife, Juan Julio Juliette, slapped me upside the head and used one of your feathers as a toothpick. I threw a matchbook with my number on it in your cleavage and we've been doing this dance online ever since.
So...Juan Julio Juliette is visiting his adopted cousin in law's sister's auntie this weekend...*hint hint*
Oh yes, how I remember that night well. The smell of ciagarette smoke thick in the air, and especially in my hair. Do you remember what happened in the VIP lounge, that night?
Do you remember that time when I talked you out of eloping with a purple crocodile to Moroco? That was so close. I seriously thought you going to do it... But then, you know, I talked you out of it. Phew.
And also that time when you convinced me that grated cheese was actually dandruff, and I refused to eat dairy for an entire month. But I know better now...!
I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't convinced me not to go. It would have been truly difficult. How would we have copulated our union? I will always love Patrick the Purple crocodile, and the moments we shared under the stars, but I'm glad I didn't have to lay eggs.
And I still maintain there is at least 14% dandruff in all parmesan cheeses sold in grocery stores around the world. You're gettin' a little scalp with every spaghetti dinner.. I'm tellin' you!
Remember that time we knocked down that old woman and stole her purse? And then we went on to use her pension check to buy a pony?
Yeah. Those were the good old days.
Dude! Do you remember that time, with the road trip to the West, and I was totally out of my mind because the NSA was making me take three months of "downtime", and you'd kicked your last boyfriend out because he hated your cat and pee'd on you cactus? Yeah, and we took that Mustang and pointed it West because you said you'd always wanted to see where American Turquoise was from, and I had a copy of Louis L'Amour's "The Haunted Mesa" in my back pocket. Man, that was some crazy shit; I remember that you wore your hair in pigtails the entire time and wouldn't listen to any radio station that didn't play The Eagles at least once an hour, and I had PTSD and full-on freaked out every time I saw a rabbit, and somewhere in, what, Kansas, I made you pull into a tobacconist's and I bought, like, three packs of clove cigarettes, and then I showed you the whiskey I'd hidden in my duffel. And I made you pull over somewhere in Nebraska at, like, one in the morning, and I sat on the hood of the car and cut my hair with a bowie knife while you drank yourself stupid, and you were singing "Goin' to Montana soon, be a dental floss tycoon..." It turned out in this wild, shaggy kind of pixie cut, and then the next town over you got me drunk and when I woke up, I had Psalm 18 tattooed down my spine, and you had your nipples pierced, and neither of us could remember it being done? Oh, yeah, and those brothers we picked up in Colorado, and how you were, like, such a lady and took yours back to the motel, and I got us kicked out because I just did it on the hood of the car and screamed so loud that I woke the whole motel?
Ya know, I'm kinda in the mood for another tattoo, and I still have those guys' numbers...feel like going for a ride?
I can't compete with this.
Remember when we hitchhiked to Alaska?
Oh yeah, that was awesome! Who knew you could get there through Lousiana!? Man, the things you learn.
I am reading...
and each one seems better than the last...
But none of them beat the sweet time we just shared a meal, your family and mine. And the roast beast was perfect! And I baked a sweet potato pie.
That sweet potato pie still haunts my dreams. :) And that was one seriously awesome game of Balderdash.
2008-02-03 03:49 am (UTC)
breakin the rules a little...
Oh man, this is awesome cause nobody here actually knows you like me and *some* other people, and probably won't believe this crap!
But I have been meaning to ask you if you remember in High School when we got everyone convinced we were gonna start a hair metal cover band and you were going to play bass, and Rich even made fliers! Then when we came to school in full-leather get-up and sold people tickets to a show we NEVER had...
Oh man that was great. Probably the only part of High School I miss.
2008-02-03 06:43 pm (UTC)
Re: breakin the rules a little...
LOL! That was a good time!! Oh man. Do you remember the cd we sold? Haha.. nothing like blank air.
i can still remember how you looked that night, as the moon relected off your dark auburn hair. the sounds of a calypso band echoed across the beach, and as we sipped mimosas, the soft sea breeze ruffeled the canopy above our heads.
"i hope i never forget this night." you sighed. "it would be a shame to not remember such a pleasent evening."
"i concure." i replied.
at which point a coconut fell on your head. you tumbled out of your chair and knocked over the tbale next to us. the calypso band came to a crashing discoardent halt. the entire patio turned and looked at us and some woman stood up and yelled the oldy, but goody, "Oh my Goodness...is there a doctor in the house?!?" and of course, this being a carribian resort, ten people stood up and rushed over to attend to you. unfortuneatly due to the mad rush, they ended up tripping over each other and causing a whole lot of mayham. pretty soon the entire resturant was in a free-for all brawl and all the lawyers present began offering to represent anymone who had been hurt during the altercations.
meanwhile i'm just trying to carry your still unconsious body our of that madhouse. eventually i made it to the front of the resort, where a man in a rik-shaw agreed to drive us to the hospital.
the doctor said you'd be fine but might suffer some memory loss. but don't worry...i saved the coconut.
Oh my gosh!! It's all coming into place now! I've been having nightmares about Zombie Calypso band members who use coconut shaped machine guns. My therapist is going to be SO happy that we've got to the root of all this, because she told me it was from the ski-ing accident where I was abducted by eskimos. Thank you so much!!
We should! ;)
LOL, yes. Those were some delicious melons. I thought I was going to lose my hand, ala Jasmine in Aladdin, but we totally made it out smooth. My only act of grand larceny, and it's from fruit. ;)
I don't understand the instructions. I'll always be grateful for your help in the rehabilitation after my stroke, but unfortunately, I haven't made a full recovery. I still do my brain-lifts every morning though, just as you told me to.
Brain lifts are the very best kind.
I remember when you and I toured the coca-cola factory, and you decided you wanted to go swimming in the vat of cherry-coke. Your hair really is nice, as a dark brown with touches of red. I just gotta say.
The two of us were hanging out on a satellite, doing the whole "m&m's float in zero gravity" thing, when the vessel was attacked by an unknown hostile force. We thought it would be heroic and cool to fight the hostile force and save the day... but we also thought it would be idiotic, so we hopped in the escape pod and laughed all the way back to Earth.
I still have nightmares about the m & m's and the way they started following us. I can't eat a bag anymore, I know they're controleld by alien forces.
Oh oh! I remember that time when we were so broke we couldn't afford laundry, so we went to the Grad in Chico, got up on a table, and started taking bids for removal of clothing! It was great! Except I'm still a bit jealous that you raked in twice as much money as I did but... hey, you earned it. ;)
Well, who knew that some woman from Rio would want to pay me $4000 for my knee highs.. I mean seriously. The cards were stacked!
Oh Random, I have not commented here in forever, and I feel bad. But I've been popping by lately, and getting much enjoyment from your posts. ^^
Anyway, remember the night I showed up at your door piss drunk and crying my eyes out? You let me cry on your shoulder and then let me have your couch for the night, and in the morning you woke me up with hot coffee and oatmeal. <3
Good to see you, sweets! It's been ages!!
I do indeed, remember!! And then we ran to Mexico for real tequilas, because we figured if we were gonna drink we might as well do the real thing. I thought the lady at the border did a good job braiding your hair!