Booze makes you popular and heals all wounds!

[squeequeg]

Long day at work. I've worked overtime three nights out of four so far this week, and the one night I didn't I went to the gym for the first time in a while. owie sore. Granted, it's not the soul-crushing overtime that several of my friends have suffered from, but it's still a bit draining. Plus I got to stare at quite a few big official documents today and proofread them till my eyeballs bled.

Velvet pants cannot help this. A very full glass of port, though, can. And did, which is why I'm in this nice pink fog at the moment. This isn't quite a drunk post; call it a tiddly post. Hee. I wrote "tiddly." I like to say "tiddly."

I've been having fun with a meme on other journals, and the herd instinct is taking over. So this meme is taken from sanj and jenwrites and magdalene1 and probably lots of other people that my foggy brain is not remembering:

If you're as bored as I am today, why not 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.

Sadly, the bit about being bored won't apply, coz of me not using LJ during work. But I will respond, just slowly.

Comments

[krasota.livejournal.com]

I remember that long drunken weekend where we did nothing but knit hedgehogs out of purple metallic funfur, with sequins for eyes and little tiny button-boxes which played Waltzing Matilda. Then we dressed up like pie-rates and went out in the city, flinging them at passerby while declaring the day to be HedgeMas.

I don't remember what happened after that, nor how we ended up down at the wharf, singing Hedgemas Carols to a stymied policeman and his K-9 partner.

[cycon.livejournal.com]

"Nice lion...niiiiice lion..."

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

We were playing hide-and-seek at a relative's house. You decided to hide in this huge old wardrobe. Pushing your way past the fur coats and the mothballs, you discovered yourself in a faraway land, which we later decided was probably not Michigan. We both returned to this faraway land, and became queens, and ground the populace under the heels of our iron boots. (By which I mean we offered queenly back massages; they work best when you walk on someone.)

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Hedgemas Carols are a great improvement over the crap on the radio just now. I take great pleasure in singing them over the Muzak.

Arr.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't complain. Those pants were going to get shredded anyway, this just meant it happened sooner rather than later.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

I'm still not convinced that wasn't Michigan.

[wavyarms.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we were playing with anti-matter in Currier Ballroom? Oops.

[2h2o.livejournal.com]

There was that long weekend up at the lake where we had a threesome with the antichrist. Totally hot.

[sal-sal.livejournal.com]

You gave me $500 bucks and a bus ticket to Reno and told me to live it up a little. I could've sworn you added, "While you still can..." under your breath, but maybe that was all the absinthe we had.

[ltlbird.livejournal.com]

I still have nightmares about the look on the face of that miserly shop-keeper. I mean, it's not like you meant to smash the Duchess' teapot from 1723! How could you look at that ghastly thing and not start dancing around singing "short and stout"?

[minyan.livejournal.com]

I liked the day we got pissed at the Transfiguration prof and tried to turn the castle gargoyles into fruit bats. One of them started blinking red eyes and three turned loop-de-loops down the drain spout, and the two under the hedmaster's window started arguing over the Lacanian philosophy of toaster streudel. But most of them just got stuck upside down.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Nice big smoking crater. I heard they had to page the steamfitter.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. I think I had you confused with Christopher Walken at the time. Silly me.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Bastard antichrist didn't tell me he was recording the whole damn thing. It's not a nice surprise to find yourself as the featured video on Hot Demonic N00ds.

But the video does make your tattoo look less obtrusive.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

That wasn't me.

That was George Clooney.

Really.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

This explains why, instead of a little dancing fairy, I hallucinated a little dancing Don Knotts. I still get flashbacks on the Red Line.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

After he stopped frothing, I actually went and looked up the Duchess' portrait, just to see whether I was maligning her or her taste in crockery.

"Short and stout" ain't the half of it. More like "bewigged and vulpine."

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

You know, I think one of them is actually the Philosophy assistant professor now. They won't give him tenure because of the whole eating-pigeons-in-front-of-the-students thing, but he keeps getting good evaluations.

[jenwrites.livejournal.com]

I still remember that porn tape I filmed of you and JJA. He was giving it his all, but you yawned, shoved him off of you, and said, "Sorry, this didn't hold my interest."

[rissymonster.livejournal.com]

You, me, and a couple of cream pies. Lying in wait in Stetson. The slight whirring accompanying the pies' flight through the air, followed by the satisfying sploosh as they hit their target. That punk Mark Taylor had it coming. Had the nerve to complain about us ruining the book he was carrying, too. "We thought 'Books are dead!'" we shouted as we shimmied out the window to our waiting getaway bikes.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

And "Good luck to you with that piece in the future."

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

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