Memories
I know all you moms out there have had the experience of buying a toy for your kid, taking it out of the box, and then having to spend an hour assembling it and putting little stickers on it. My dad, who worked his entire career in manufacturing, calls that outsourcing to the customer.
I'm going to be doing a little outsourcing to you today. I saw this meme on Karen's and Olga's blogs, and I want to play along. So leave me a memory. I need cheering up. I had to frog the blue Jaywalker. (Don't ask, it's still too raw. LOL!)
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.
P.S. Thanks for the nice comments about the now-defunct Jaywalker (sob!). It was Regia 4 Color, and it will be again! The vertigo is much, much better today.
I'm going to be doing a little outsourcing to you today. I saw this meme on Karen's and Olga's blogs, and I want to play along. So leave me a memory. I need cheering up. I had to frog the blue Jaywalker. (Don't ask, it's still too raw. LOL!)
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.
P.S. Thanks for the nice comments about the now-defunct Jaywalker (sob!). It was Regia 4 Color, and it will be again! The vertigo is much, much better today.
posted by Laura at 8:26 AM
17 Comments:
Gosh, Laura, where to begin? Remember the time, in high school, when all of our friends were driving around town, and Mike decided to ride on the roof of the car as we went to Jane's house, forgetting that Jane's dad is a cop? And how he was outside washing his car (it was a holiday), and he became enraged at the idiocy, and immediately wrote a ticket to both Mike and Joe, the driver of the car? Remember riding in the backseat and both of us warning, "Guys, Jane's dad's a cop," and then feeling awful when they had to pay all that money and perform all that community service? That's still one of my most vivid memories of our gang from high school.
remember the time we put bubbles in the fountains downtown? and took a very cold bubble bath! we spent so much time on our hair and clothes to be perfect that night. then our "so called" dates and friends convienced us it would be fun!
sorry about jawalkers! i know the feeling i finished my moms hourglass and i am still ripping it ball by ball :(
Where to begin? Why not con law (hey - I always thought law school'd be interesting)? First day of class, we were sitting next to each other, sizing each other up. My laptop was bigger than yours. Wait - smaller is better. Yeah, mine was smaller. But your hair looked great. It was a make-or-break moment and then, then a giant bird swept through the window, perched on your head (messed up your hair), stole my laptop (easier to carry in his beak) and flew away. (Deus ex machina.) We laughed and we've been friends ever since.
I think I need to work on my creativity. Especially since I've been knitting the same thing over and over since yesterday and can't stop.
Feel better!
Laura, remember that time we went on the senior trip to Six Flags and we saw Marisa Tomei on the Scrambler? You said it wasn't her but I said it was hard to tell just because she wasn't wearing makeup and every time she whizzed past us we argued about it.
And then we went on the tilt-a-whirl and you puked and we had to go back to the bus. Looking back, maybe it was an early manifestation of that vertigo thing. (Or maybe just the cheese fries.)
A lot of years have passed. But I'm pretty sure it was Marisa Tomei.
I'll never forget that day at the FBI academy when the covert operations professor told us that if we planned to do undercover work that we should never breathe a word of it to anyone, not even our closest family and friends. He also said that we should find good covers that included innocuous hobbies like knitting. If I remember correctly you earned a much higher grade than me...
Oh gosh, remember the time we got drunk on Jägermeister and decided to go bungee jumping? The instructor Titus was SO CUTE, but he wasn't that bright. He didn't properly lock in your harness, and after you had jumped you realized it was loose. I don't know how you managed to flip mid-air like that and propel yourself back up, but thank goodness you managed. If I remember correctly, Titus sure made it up to you though. Do you still keep in touch with him?
Remembre when we were in college and, on the spur of the moment, we decided to go camping in the high desert mountains? We called up Chris because he was the only one we knew who had a tent and we stopped and got a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken on our way up the mountain? The three of us stayed up all night listening to U2's Joshua Tree and watching the campfire. And we had so much fun we stayed up there a whole week - skipping school and only coming down for quick food foraging missions? What a great week!
Hey - I just went back to that great little yarn store on 3rd St. You remember the one? That first time we stopped in and won those huge gift certificates in the door prizes. I could never have afforded all that Colinette otherwise! Did you see that the knitalong for the sweater you designed with the yarn you got that day just hit 800 people??? Too awesome!
Outsourcing to the customer! Hahahaha!!! I love it! What would Marx have to say about that, I wonder?
Anyway, one of my best memories with you is when we got tickets to the megatour that New Order, Depeche Mode, and the Cure were doing together...remember? We went to the thrift shop to get new outfits for the concert, and almost had our only fight over the same vintage men's tuxedo jacket that you ended up letting me have because you found a Smiths T-shirt in perfect condition and decided to wear that instead. Then we went to the Walgreens to shoplift the perfect kohl eyeliner, and afterward spent an hour teasing our hair and almost set the house on fire when you were using the Aqua Net and I lit a cigarette in the bathroom!
But that doesn't compare to the time we took that flight from Sydney and crashed in in the middle of nowhere. We ditched those other losers, grabbed our knitting bags (hey, priorities), and spent a week knitting and drinking coconut milk before that plane spotted our bikinis blocking on the beach and sent in a rescue team!
oh, and I almost forgot...
remember when they hired us to doctor the screenplay for Pride and Prejudice, because nobody knows Austen like we do? (Well, you're the scholar, but you made them hire me too so that you could have company.) And then you wrote in that scene for Colin Firth to jump in the water, even though it wasn't in the book, so that we could get to watch them do that scene, take after take after take? We somehow managed to be on the set that day, stacks of towels by our sides and smiles on our faces.
Remember the day we taught Johnny Depp to knit? I'm wearing the socks he made me right now - don't you just love that scarf he made you to say thanks?!
I think my clearest memory is when I won the Oscar for best screenplay but I was so nervous that I didn't think it was me and I sat there repeating all the other names of the nominees trying to figure out whose name sounded just like mine but wasn't me, and you were sitting right behind me because you had just won for best costume design for your all ghetto-knit appearal for the musical version of "Persuasian" and you shouted in my ear - "Kara, get moving." That was pretty funny.
Remember the time in college when I found that irresistable deal on plane tickets and we skipped off to Paris for a week? Gosh, it was so nice to just sit around in the cafes and read books and knit. We were big book geeks and sought out the haunts of the literati. My favorite was Les Deux Magots (even though I snickered at the name) and, of course, you liked Cafe de Flore, next door. Oh, and I even found those pictures you took!
Good times, huh, girlfriend? :)
dude,
remember when we were in college and we scored those choice tickets to the new order concert in DC? you remember...we rode the metro and somehow found our way to the concert down somewhere near GW, but went to the 21st amendment beforehand because the pitchers were sooo cheap and we swore we saw teddy kennedy sitting at the bar and so you went up to him and asked for his number??? that concert was soooooooo awesome and somehow we made it back to the dorm, ears a-ringing and what did you find in your pocket the next day? whose number???
I'd have to say that my favorite memory was when we were in NYC together and we decided to try out for a Broadway show. Wasn't it Cats or Mama Mia? I can't remember which one right now, but you went as a dancer doing some really horrendous ultra modern stuff and I was a musician trying to get into the orchestra playing my nose harmonica. I can't believe we didn't make the cut. But most of all, I can't believe that we weren't drunk while attempting it.
Happy New Year, Laura! I'm so sorry to hear about the vertigo...man, that trip to Urgent Care must've been so scary. I fully intend to comply with this meme, but I have so much reminiscing to do first...;-) I'll be back after my trip down memory lane to post about our hey-day and catch up on all the posts I've missed. Take good care! :-)
I think my favorite memory of you was that time back in college when we went to that rave out in the middle of the woods. The party sucked -- whose idea was it to do that in February? It was too damn cold! I was glad that we decided to leave early because that creepy DJ wouldn't stop hitting on you even though his girlfriend was sulking over it.
While we were warming up at the Waffle House I was in a pretty bad mood. So when when the guy at the next table started being a total jerk to the cute waiter I just didn't feel like putting up with it. So remember, I said something to him really politely, and he got up in my face about it.
I never saw anybody move so fast, it was like you leaped over the table before you grabbed him by the shirt front and told him to apologize. The room got really quiet, and even though you said it in a pretty friendly tone, he should have seen the look in your eyes and known better than to mess with you. When he mouthed off, I couldn't believe how fast you knocked him out. Everyone else in the restauraunt was cheering and clapping, and the short order cook dragged the guy outside and rolled him into the ditch.
Then we stayed up until 7 am drinking whiskey and playing Mario Kart with the cute waiter and his roomate. I was worried for weeks that we'd end up getting in trouble over the fight. But you were right, that guy would never have gone to the cops and admitted that he got totally beat down by a 19 year old girl.
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