1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
And if you don't, I will look like a total loser with no friends. But no worries. :)
Thanks!!!
8 comments:
I lovingly remember the earthquake we experienced together in your parents house in 1993. The fear in your voice, the hiding under the door jam, the pool spiling over, the bouncing on the bed. Its a wonderful memory I will always associate with you. As well as all the fun we had living together and eating your mothers fine Thanksgiving dinner! And watching 90210 on the couch, man those were good days!!!
Those were the good days! I ran across 90210 the other day on some channel and I instantly had flashbacks of Potato Buds and apple juice.
Long live the Irvine Girls
I remember the carefree days of college when we went dancing and to shows all the time! And doing little moves as the Gore-Gore Girls! And lots of other bits & pieces - like when you left for your mission & when you came back & walking around Melrose with you when I was in LA for business & going bowling for your bachelorette night...
I remember all our walks around the loop! I was so fit back then - what happened?!
I remember the "kickin party" that you threw at your house right after you guys had moved in. What fun to throw a 70's party for people you hardly knew!
Okay, so somehow I deleted my last comment. here goes again...
Ah, my first memories of you harken back to Vargus' lab and how we tempted all the flammable liquids (and fate) with our...noxious gases.... I have fond memories of watching you scrunch up all that gorgeous curly hair while we got ready to go out,driving around in the "bus" for hours, watching a million bands and concerts, pining for the same boys. My favorite memory though, is having you to go through the temple with. Having you there made everything seem less overwhelming and different--more like home.
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