i saw an idea for a post on a random blog, and now i've stolen it.
"post a memory you have of me. anything at all. good, bad, ugly. i don't care if we never talk or if i saw you five minutes ago."
bring it.
and, as an added bonus, i'll follow your comments with memories of my own. isn't that nifty, interactive fun?
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8 comments:
Here's what I don't remember -- meeting you. This strikes me as highly unlikely,, due to our mutual Esther connection. The odds that I've met you are pretty high, I would reckon. But I don't remember it. Do you?
Oh, i could use the old standard about the bra, but I'll reach a little.... :)
Going to Applebees with you and smoking even tho i don't think i was old enough, but it was fun....and i think 'sky' was working there at the time. goofy stuff, but very comforting as it was a time in minotia when things really didn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense to me and it was great to hang out with someone who I thot was super coolio who also seemed rather overwhelmed by the stupidity o' life at that time.
*head bonk*
chris --
i don't specifically recall meeting you, either, but perhaps you were in the fargo area after my departure in the spring of 1994. but i remember heidi saying "chris this," or "chris that," and i always wondered, will i ever know this chris?
emily--
i was chillin' like a villain in your house before you were born, foo! and i recall those applebee's days as well, bumming you cigarettes (against my better judgement, as you were a year shy of legally smoking)and i also recall the days that i borrowed the Slut shirt from you...i'm so glad that shirt is now in my closet.
Remember when a bunch of us lived at welfare square? Didn't you live next to a crack house up there? I heard there was one on your side of the square. I guess we just saw knife fights and had our TV yanked off its stand by children pulling on the cable cord on our side. Good times.
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Trenchtown -- observing the hypocrites as they would mingle with the good people we meet.
No, wait. That was someone else.
Actually, I didn't arrive on the Fargo-Moorhead scene until spring '95. Ships passing in the night we are, Ms. Larson.
Ah yes. It was summer in Minot, at that old house of yours on North Hill. It was so hot and dry that all of the grass was crunchy & brown, making going barefoot a prickly impossibility. Amy(Larson) & I were playing kick the can with the other 9-year-olds in the neighborhood, all the time trying to ditch you & Amy(Lein) because you guys were OBVIOUSLY too young to appreciate the many intricate subtleties that are Kick The Can. I think that Bobbie Jo may have been, at the same time, trying to ditch Amy(Larson) & me, adding a nice sort of cyclical, multi-layered age-ist snobbery to the whole affair.
dylan -- i recall the days of welfare square and ghetto base 5... that was actually my first stint of living up at the square. i believe there was some sort of crackhouse next door to my place, and knife fights were a dime a dozen. ahh, poverty.
jege-- i remember the kick the can extravaganza, and bobbi jo had her cool older friends there and i think i recall on that night, learning how to snap my fingers.
but fondly i recall a christmas season not too long ago that involved the dakota lounge, some darts, and you seeing someone who reminded you of amy(lein) except, you said, "my sister's got a better rack."
I *HEART* that dakota lounge christmas!!!! Good times with the Karicita.
(Incidentally, how the HELL did I end up writing *HEART*?! Oh sweet jesus, what is wrong with me? Yesterday I also caught myself emailing the hubby & using the words "How RU?". 36-year-olds should not speak in this manner...)
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