Remember me?

I found this meme on my friend's blog and thought it too fun to not spread to as many people as humanly possible.

"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 little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you."

But the rule is, instead of creating a "new blog" (since, you know, forums and all), why don't you just post a new message for this topic saying something like, "Remember me?" and we can all comment on that too (using our friend the reply button).

Believe me, this has been the most entertaining meme ever. I highly suggest you use it in your respective blogs as well.

Even if you don't know someone too well (I know I don't know a lot of you too well), it's still mightily interesting to write a response out of the blue.

Now that I've said that... Remember me?

Do you remember that time when we were hitchhiking and those two creepy dudes picked us up and took us to that sleazy night club, and they kept buying us drinks, only we were pouring them into the potted plants because we didn't want to get drunk, and then we said we were going to the bathroom and we snuck out the back and caught a ride with the band who took us to this cool party where you hooked up with that guy you ended up dating for, leik, three years before you found out he was gay?

Man... remember the time we got drunk off our asses in Cairo and decided it'd be fun to hitchhike to Athens...without our passports!?! And remember how we ended up in a detention camp in Cyprus for six years!?! And how you made me your bitch!?! Good times...

Remember the time we went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and you exposed yourself to that security guard, and then he like asked you out and you said he was too hairy, so he and his buddy cuffed us and took us out by the river and were gonna throw us in but you agreed to go on a date with him and then gave him Josh Woodward's phone number? And then the guy was like "Hey, that's my nephew's phone number" and so we took off running while we were still in the handcuffs and you tripped and hit your head and the guy felt bad so he called an ambulance and we went to the Emergency Room, and then like while you were getting stitched up we saw Richard Gere in the ER getting a scrape looked at and we were all "Hey, that's Richard Gere!" and he was like "Hi, I'm Richard Gere. You want to come to my new movie?" and so we got in his limo and headed to the theater downtown and there was only like three people there with cameras because nobody premiers a movie in Cleveland, and so he apologized for being lame and took us to his pad and gave us autographed plasma TV's and stuff, and then we left and went to a bar and they wouldn't let us in because we were carrying plasma TV's so we took a cab back to your place and invited Josh over to watch Pretty Woman on the new TV's?

Those were the days...

And crikey, did that movie ever suck...

I can't say too much because of our oaths of secrecy but if I mention Pierre Trudeau, Madagascar, the penguin, and 498 ping pong balls you'll know what I'm talking about.

Remember when we were in that bar in Buffalo and you whispered in my ear that you once made a "holy bartender?" I don't remember much after that, but I vaguely remember after that we went to your house and you were talking about something with celery. And Josh Woodward sleeping over and came in the room with a carrot in his hand. He started talking about food metaphors for the government, I don't exactly remember. Then he said he was hungry. Oh gosh I hope we had salad...