Monday, January 09, 2006

Do you remember....?

Not only are those the words that begin one of my favorite all time songs (September, by Earth, Wind, and Fire), but it's also the meme that's probably one of the most fun and creative memes out there. I saw this on Karen's blog and had to join in.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND 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 on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

So, shock me, rock me: what do you remember about the two of us?

10 Comments:

At 2:21 AM, Blogger Laura said...

Chica! There are so many! Let me get back to you.

::off to think::

 
At 5:23 AM, Blogger Laura said...

OK. There are just so many great memories, ya know? Like the time we tacked tiny handknit acrylic sweaters and spray painted "Ghetto Knittas" on Prada Marfa. Or remember the time we did tequila shots and made fun of the tourists in Cabo? Come to think of it, I don't really remember that either. Well, and the shopping! The time we played rock, paper, scissors for half an hour ("OK, best of 21!") for those Jimmy Choos was a riot.

Anyhoo, what I really want to say... remember that time you came to visit me in college and we went to that party at Hampshire? And you left with that famous folk rock singer's son? And I had to ride the PVTA back to Smith by myself? I TOTALLY forgive you for that.

 
At 6:45 AM, Blogger Marisa said...

OK, Laura has me intrigued...

I remember way back when we were still in kindergarten and, even though we weren't sisters, our moms insisted on dressing us alike. That year, our teacher got married and invited us to the wedding. So off we went in sunny yellow crochet'd dresses with the matching knee socks with the pompoms hanging down the sides (you know). How surprising to see Ms. Frankenbergerschmidt marrying that guy from the bozo show, you know, Whizzo! Oh, fun times.

 
At 6:57 AM, Anonymous Nancy said...

Olga, do you remember that time we went to Northwestern for "progressive drinking" at Ann's dorm? That was way awesome! And that frat rat that was hitting on you on the Long Island Ice Tea floor? Remember him? The Sonny Crockett wannabe? Barf me out! What a total spaz!

 
At 7:20 AM, Blogger Karen said...

Speaking of Earth Wind and Fire, you must remember the time we won that contest. And got to be back-up singers for them!! Man, you looked so great on stage, in that slinky, sparkly dress . . . it sure was skimpy!! It's okay, mine was just as bad. I've never seen your hair teased up so big or your face with so much makeup!! And those shoes - how did you dance in them? You sure looked great though. It was too bad we got fired after the spotlight blinded you and you grabbed Verdine White's . . . okay, I better stop here. Some things are better left in our memories.

 
At 9:43 AM, Blogger Elizabeth said...

Hey, I remember - it was just last October, after all - when we met up for the first time at the SCMLA conference. Of course we hit it off immediately and went down to the hotel bar to chat. We ended up getting loaded with a bunch of other academics, closing out the bar, and then going club-hopping until 5 AM. We agreed later that you haven't lived until you've seen middle-aged literature professors boogeying all night long to acid house.

 
At 10:08 AM, Anonymous Neighborhood Laura said...

Remember when we were both on that kick of collecting chapbooks? And you had one tiny one, written in the 1970's by a girl who used the flayed skin of her murdered lover to cover her manifesto on public transportation and food hygiene in Sheboygan? And how you thought that you had the only one until I found another in a library sale in Phoenix? Do you remember how you came to my house and begged me to sell it? How you offered me money, jewels, and ponies to sell it to you? And I how I finally said, "Olga, I will give it to you out of my deep regard for the sincerity and wonder of your chapbook collection"? And then, how you took a lighter out of your pocket, set the chapbook on fire, and then said, "Now I HAVE THE ONLY ONE. Now, don't go halving the value of my collection again, because yoiu seem very very flammable!"?
I think that's when I took up knitting.

 
At 7:58 PM, Blogger Ashley said...

I do think fondly on the time that we were still doing roler derby--remember when I knocked you right off the track, and then you climbed back on and chased me down and pulled my hair until I cried? And then we went and had kickass tacos at that place over in East Austin and drank like 16 margaritas each? Those were good times.

 
At 12:44 PM, Blogger Talitha said...

You have to tell me you remember the time that we backpacked all the way to Timbuktu right after highschool and taught the little children how to knit "properly". Like, hello, we go back almost every summer to make sure some continental jerk hasn't pulled them over to the dark side.

 
At 5:24 PM, Blogger Jill said...

I remember when I received my inheritance several years ago - and wanted to open a knit cafe. We wrote a kick-ass business plan - but a fortune cookie advised us there was no future in our endeavor. So we opened a beanie baby/Ty shop. :-/

 

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