Making history

[lillibet]

So the memory meme mutates...

Pinched from kathrynt: Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.

Bonus points for creativity.

Comments

[deguspice.livejournal.com]

If it can't be something that happened, I guess I can't write about distributing Twinkies as an art project through the hole in the floor of Larry's car.

So I guess I'll have to mention the time Pope John Paul II offered to give up the Papacy, if you would agree to marry him.

[lara68.livejournal.com]

I remember that! Damn, I was jealous. *I* wanted to marry the Pope. :(

[dpolicar]

Well, there was that time you auditioned for the rockettes... I enjoyed that.

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

What about that time we went to see male strippers for whats-her-name's bridal shower, and you jumped right up on the stage and started dancing with the big Italian stripper called Beau, and we were all screaming "Jesus E! Sit down or you're gonna get us kicked out!" but you reached down and grabbed a pitcher of beer off some strangers' table and poured it all over Beau and then they did kick us out and we ended up singing show tunes at the top of our lungs in the parking lot until dawn.

Yup, we were wild back then.

[infinitehotel.livejournal.com]

Then there was that time in Munich where we spent half the night hunting for this after-hours place you said you knew, but somehow we kept winding up in strange little bars where everyone knew your name and you were wearing long gloves and smoking with a holder and getting dragged up on stage by odd little men with monocles to sing Marlene Dietrich songs. Halfway through "Falling in Love Again", the police burst into the bar looking for the woman who laid a beer stein upside the head of a lederhosen-wearing lout at our previous stop, and we had to sneak out through the basement which connected to a maintenance tunnel for the Sbahn. I didn't have a ticket when the conductor asked, and lacking the fine, I finished the night in jail, hoping you'd toast to my health at every stop along your way.

That was a very odd night.

[rmd.livejournal.com]

or the time you won us a free round of drinks from those obnoxious guys when you recited large chunks of shakespeare in pig-latin on a bet. you didn't miss a word. that was a damn fine round of drinks, made even sweeter by the looks on their faces.