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again with the stealing

Stolen from supergoober.

Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want; it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you . . .



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Feb. 11th, 2005 06:31 pm (UTC)
Yeah.. I remember you....
Hmmm... let me try and recall something as I sip on this huge glass of honey mead that is sitting dangerously close to the laptop... MMMMmmmm,
Ahh,,,ohh yeah. I remember the first time I ever met you. Donovan and I were standing in line at registration at the college. It was a long line and I think you were very busy. You had your name on the side of your computer in large, hand-drawn, puffy letters, so I knew your name at least. =o) (Mmm.. Honey mead is goooood.)
Donovan who did NOT speak spanish was trying to say something sweet about me in spanish. That's what he CLAIMED to be doing anyway. I at least took a psudo spanish class in highschool. I say psudo because my spanish class was taught by a chinese lady with a VERY thick asian accent. Lord knows what we sounded like to a real spanish person. Point being, I don't speak spanish very well, or even legibly but I can at least understand some of the words. (I really like honey mead... *hic*) But I digress, back to the real story here. Blah-blahdey-blah,,,the only problem was that unbenownst to us, there were two spanish ladies standing in line behind us listening to him. So what does he do? He says *rather loudly in my opinion* "TU ES.... MUY...... LARGO....." and stops. He STOPS. Right there. "You are very large..." AND HE STOPS!?!!?!?!! The two ladies behind us BUST (*hic*) into laughter, making you look up from your keyboard to see me turn around and smack the beejeezus out of a stunned Donovan, who had a very hurt expression on his face and who also had no clue what he just said. (*HIC!*) You smiled... and I knew right then and there that we were meant to be friends. Husbands may come and go, but friends like you are forever. =o)
Hmmm,, (*Hic..*) Apparently I'm one of those sentimental drunks.
Thanks for getting me the Honey Mead by the way.....
Feb. 12th, 2005 10:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Yeah.. I remember you....
I love it when people ask how we met because I get to tell that story!!! From my perpective it went...so it's registration and I'm exhausted and there is an unending line of students wanting to get into classes. (Sorry, it's full. Sorry, you don't have the prerequisite. Sorry, two of the classes have a time conflict. Sorry, I don't like that shirt. One problem after another.) It has been 10 to 12 hour work days for about two weeks, no lunch most days and some days no time for a bathroom break, and I am operating under a weird sense of hyperenergy. I finish with the student sitting at my desk, which took forever because it was full of problems and I look up to summon the next in line. I see a girl smack the heck out of a guy and hear a bunch of laughter from behind them. It was awesome.

We did have an instant friendship thing that was very cool. Now you need to do the memory thing. I'll get another bottle of mead and start thinking of something to write... I looooooove honey mead!!
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