Saturday, October 11, 2008

Stolen from Colleen...

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, 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 in your blog and see what your friends come up with.

FYI:
My mom took me and Colleen to the Shaun Cassidy concert in Kansas City. We ditched her while she was waiting for nachos at the concession stand and we pretended we were groupies so we could sneak backstage. His public image was always so wholesome... But I'm still haunted by the things I saw back there. And the things we did. I always wanted to ask her - where did she learn to do that? I guess having older sisters was an advantage in that arena...

Get down and get with it, indeed:

10 comments:

circleofharmony said...

Remember when we went to see that Satanic heavy metal singer? Oh wait, that one's real. lol?

How 'bout the time we went on that cruise and you fell asleep in the sun and got so sunburned that you had to go to the ship's infirmary? I'll never understand why they coated you with butter and made you sit in the freezer. The worst part is while that was going on they gave our room to someone else and when we finally got to Greece they threw us off the ship. At least we met up with Jack and Martha, the coupled we were partying with the night before, and they let us stay at the farm by their grandparents house. I think we still owe somebody some money for the goat we got killed by leaving the gate open. But the food was amazing wasn't it? Never ate so good. I still have a scar on my foot where I slipped on the marble floor at the museum beside the beach. Damn coral sculpture.
Ahh- the adventures we had. Can't wait to see you for our trip to Sweden.

crcook said...

I was just thinking about that time in San Francisco, on the trolley going up Church Street, and that tourist from Ohio was sitting next to us, and you kept insisting the trolley was like those double decker buses in London and she should go up to the second level and get a real view of the city, and she did, but she fell off and scraped up her legs. She was so mad at you! What a prankster...

brent hirak said...

you really scared me once- though at the time i was too shy (afraid) to admit it. when we were in the bathroom, in the dark, chanting bloody mary.
remember? you put your hand on my thigh, brushed away the strings on the bottom of my cut-offs and kept it there until it warmed up, and i couldn't feel it anymore. i looked at you but all i could see was purple and deep greens.

Jennifer Cook said...

Cuz, it's been almost 25 years and I can't believe you're ready to talk about this. Remember when you visited Atlanta and we went to the Civic Center for a basketball game? Not only did we make an "appearance" on the jumbo-tron we also made it on the local news channels. Some how "Hi Mom" wasn't enough from the Hawk's locker-room while wearing those funny hats (jock straps) while trying on a jersey. Sure you went back to Texas and escaped the local recognition. For many years people would approach me in public and ask "Weren't you one of the girls that......." Thanks for the memories and laughter Cuz!

Desultory said...

I woke up at four in the morning confused and wondering where I was. Then our strange reality set in as I heard you singing "Sussudio" along with the radio as you drove us down that early morning highway. We finished the song as a duo, between bouts of laughter. The rest of that road trip was a wonderful blur defined by that one perfect moment.

Heath said...

Remember that time you came to Australia on a school trip, and you stayed with my family? We had you convinced that everyone had a pet kangaroo in the back yard, and you were so excited to see ours. Until the dog-in-costume couldn't stand on his hind legs any longer.

transiit said...

Ah, the days before the revolution. When you were sewing new suspenders for political dissidents out of old plastic grocery bags. I remember your old saying: "This land is not for sale, someday, I hope to build on it!"

I remember how you used to throw things at me every morning when I stole your newspaper, shouting profanity far too brusque to be reprinted here.

How you took your revenge by filling my tires with velveeta.

Fairer times, indeed.

slaughts said...

Memories of you... there was that one time when you snuck downstairs in the middle of the night and stole all of my Christmas presents, replacing them with neatly-wrapped but out-of-date phone books.

Oh, and I'll never forget that time when you started shouting in the Legislative Council during Chief Executive Donald Tsang's Policy Address, and you were escorted out in disgrace.... 'member that?

Sigh.... such happy, happy times...

Gwen Plunkett said...

Well, I wasn't going to mention it because even though in retrospect it is laughable---at the time we were pretty embarrassed. You remember..we were trying on clothes at some little shop in Galveston, years ago? We both bought swim suits, very skimpy swim suits. We decided to wear the suits out of the shop and head to the beach. Remember? We were in the water for a while body surfing when a very large wave we were riding sort of dragged us under. As we rose back up to the surface,and the wave worked its way out to sea, part of our suits were carried out to sea too. There we were stranded, one of us missing the top part of her suit and the other missing the bottom part of her suits. Do you remember how we got back to our clothes?

Tere said...

Then there was the other time we were arrested by Denton PD. I guess it was a slow night because it started off as an innocent enough NOW demonstration. Remember? Dawn talked us into picketing the McDonald's on University for passing out gender-labeling toys. You thought streaking through the parking lot would put the dot on the exclamation point. But then the manager called the cops. Oh well, as my friend Laura says: who hasn't been in jail?