Because Seachanges requested it

[cyrano]

I haven't done this one for a while, and I think y'all are due.

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 LJ and see what your friends come up with!

Comments

[roseneko.livejournal.com]

Don't I do this on a fairly regular basis already? ;)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

And don't I enjoy it when you do? (:

[evilmagnus]

I'd say something about the Gibraltar Incident but I was drunk and you were covered in monkeys, so my memory isn't really up to the retelling.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

God, you *were* drunk. Those weren't monkeys, they were German tourists. I said something about how Helmut Kohl had autographed my boxers, and they didn't realize I meant dogs. Allllllll down hill from there. But we finally got you some Vitamin B and a plaster.

[mostuff.livejournal.com]

Why do you always have to bring up the past? You know I don't like being reminded of the "hot wax incident".

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I don't know *why* you insist on referring to it as the 'hot wax incident'. There were people there from Staxx, from MoTown.... and if *you* hadn't instigated a Dance Off, things could have been kept civil.

[motleypolitico.livejournal.com]

And then there was that time in Rio, with too many tequila sunrises and you somehow convincing those three models that we were rich athletes on vacation.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Which would have worked out fine, except apparently their manager was best friends with Darryl Sutter.
*That* close! I kept the earring, you know. As a souvenir.

[wildpaletz.livejournal.com]

So no shit, there we were at that Ren Faire, and we both tried on those flowy dresses, and that guy came by and was TOTALLY convinced you were a girl. How crazy was that?

[miss-friday.livejournal.com]

They told me never to tell you this, but you remember Nairobi? When the secret police was 10 minutes behind your sorry butt with the proof? Well, it was I who set fire to the ministry and assassinated the chief. I also had the helicopter wait the extra five minutes, but that is small potatoes.

I think you owe me a drink.

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

Well sure, he thought I was a girl, but he was just using me to get to you. "Who's your friend? Is she single? Does she like ale? D'you think she likes my codpiece?" Augh. Boys!

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

I think I do too. The next time you're in Adis Abbaba, we'll raid M. Bonobo's wine cellar. And the next time I'm in London, I may set a few fires of my own. (They were probably right when they said not to tell me.)

[wildpaletz.livejournal.com]

Augh, boys! And he was wearing a cheap codpiece from the Dollar Rent-a-Garb store, too!

(In case you hadn't guessed, this was an homage to when you went in drag to that FLTD game.)

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

And, hey, at least I fooled Barry. (:

*the following statements may be true*

[satyrlovesong.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget the night you told me you were taking me to an exotic island for dinner. You insisted that we dress up, with you in your tux and me in a "slit up to there" cocktail dress. You took me to a traffic island on Main Street instead, you cheeky bastard. It was pretty clever, setting up fine linen and china on a bridge table, and having your friends all serve us many courses of dinner while driving around the block and jumping out at stop lights. Of course, the entire town figured out we were dating at that point, but wasn't that the point?

Re: *the following statements may be true*

[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

The point? Not for me, at least. I just wanted to get you into that dress again, and was looking for any excuse I could come up with.

Re: *the following statements may be true*

[satyrlovesong.livejournal.com]

*smiles* Next time, just take me dancing.