They jumped off a bridge. What was I to do?

[mrissa]

I wasn't going to do this, but then greykev and scottjames did it, and if your high school friends do something you totally have to do it, right?

Whatever.

"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 memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you."

Comments

[scottjames.livejournal.com]

I remember seeing you leave middle school, having been picked up by your mom, with the doglet who matched your hair, licking your face (or at least trying to). And talking about spaghetti sauce from my parents' kitchen floor.

[morr.livejournal.com]

Ray Stevens, in middle school, computer lab round table... with the lead pipe.

[mmerriam.livejournal.com]

I remember sitting in the waiting area of the Park-Nic urgent care clinic in St. Louis Park, having this wonderful conversation with you. You had picked up Sherry and I and taken her to urgent care even though you hardly knew us.

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

The first time I met you (which wasn't that long ago), I walked into the Tea Source and saw you sitting there with a book. You looked up, and the first thing I noticed were how enormous and dark your eyes are. The second thing I noticed is that you took a double-take and seemed extremely surprised by something about me.

I didn't say anything at the time; I must not have looked like what you expected, I assumed.

Later, I found out about your superhuman nose and wondered: did I fart right before I came into the shop?

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

And I'm too much of a weenie to post the same thing to my journal; sorry!

[madmanatw.livejournal.com]

Obviously I don't have much in the way of distant memories to draw from.

Getting a random IM from you one day, and having a nice chat.

(Also, an email conversation after a meme one or the other of us posted, a reply to which is still sitting in my "drafts" folder in gmail, because I got bogged down and never finished replying. It's been in there for months. I don't even remember what it's about, now.)

[gaaneden.livejournal.com]

I remember you meeting my foster kittens and how much they adored you.

[gaaldine.livejournal.com]

One of my first (though not *the* first) memories of you is your coming into my lovely Wahlstrom closet of a room, your pointedly peering at the shelf that held my books, and then your muttering something along the lines of "well, at least you're articulate."

[mkille.livejournal.com]

I remember that I first wrote you about moomins.

[profrobert.livejournal.com]

You and Mark had invited me to dinner when I was visiting California, and we sat down, joined hands and said grace. I'm not religious, but for some reason that moment struck me particularly -- what sweet people you are, and how kind you were for inviting a relative stranger to your home for a meal.

[jim0052.livejournal.com]

I remember being struck by the sight of you strolling along the edge of the Seine that overcast Sunday afternoon near St. Germain-des-Pres, reading Proust and munching on a baguette, while humming the love theme from "Les parapluies de Cherbourg." Or am I thinking of Simone de Beauvoir?

I remember it like it was yesterday!

[jymdyer.livejournal.com]

=v= There I was, an American dancer visiting Rochefort for the first time. I walked down a cobblestone street because I noticed a bunch of people on those wonderful European folding bikes, and there you were. Plus, your sister looked exactly like the woman from Cherbourg!

[eileenlufkin.livejournal.com]

Sitting on the living room floor at Blaisdale Poly. You heard my name and said "Oh, you're my friend!" I don't remember what I managed to actually say, but I was feeling something like "Already? Lucky me! What am I doing right?" I was so flattered and pleased it cheered me up for the rest of the party; even when it turned out that you meant you recognized my name because I had friended you on LJ. I was impressed at your memory too, because I don't think I'd commented to you yet.

[greykev.livejournal.com]

I remember the look on your face when Michael plopped down to look at the toad as you showed us around Gustavus.