Fiction Sings

[susanstinson]

Via slit:

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.

Anything graceful and unlikely especially appreciated. Gripping is good, too.

Comments

[bootsvalentine.livejournal.com]

Remember when we met that geologist with the lazy eye?

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

Sure, and the whole mixup between metamorphic and sedimentary in the Pleistocene age.

[affinity8.livejournal.com]

That time you rode your bike east on the Mass Turnpike to come visit me in Revere? But then you got lost coming through the Ted Williams Tunnel, took a wrong turn into Logan Airport, and ended up circling around and around Terminal A, trying to find an exit? Then I came to get you, and found you in the airport bar buying drinks for Joan Kennedy (okay, not so good an idea in retrospect, but she really sweet)? Remember? If I recall correctly, we end up closing the place down, and then you woke up in the first class section of an Aer Lingus jet that was halfway to Dublin. You spent a week trying to explain to the Irish immigration agents why you didn't have your passport with you. I, meanwhile, was on the beach in Cancun.

Good memories, those. :-)

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you took my bike with you to enjoy on those long firm beaches. I knew I should have locked it when they wouldn't let me bring it in the bar. If it wasn't for that basketful of starfish you brought me, I never would have forgave you.

oh the memories

[bucky-sinister.livejournal.com]

how we danced that night, your eyes blackened but shining in the glory of having won the title belt. i never met anyone before who knew how to slow dance to Slayer. You move like a beast in the ring, but like an angel on the dancefloor.

Re: oh the memories

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

If the whole sport wasn't in the pocket of that beserk dj, I'd still be the champ.

[beccawrites.livejournal.com]

i'll never forget the time that time when we all went to the beach! i'll never forget that moment 300 fat girls laying side by side just at the shoreline in the most dazzling array of swim suits and nakedness... who knew we could drink in so much of the sea?! or that sea water would taste so delicious when mixed with mango margaritas?! too bad in only lasted a few minutes until the tide went out. :)

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

Makes me thirsty just thinking about it. Can't remember how long it's been since it rained mango margaritas on a langorous slew of assembled fat girls. It's true what they say about the beach being the best place to watch the rain.

[une-femme-est.livejournal.com]

Oh, Susan, how I dearly cherish the memories of the jazz & gin palace we ran in the basement of our candy shop! The sweet days and smokey nights! And the time you stole the show from Saxophone Jack, you on the stage with pearls looped round your neck and beaded dress, jamming with the boys, the wildest sound I ever did hear.

What a disappointment it was when we realized it was 1992 and not 1929 as we had been lead to believe. We should never have let the calendar get in the way of our friendship and dreams.

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

Oh my. As I'm typing, I can still see you standing there with the caramel turtles that I flung in our terrible last fight stuck to the keys of your beloved accordion. There was a mint patty smeared on your cheek. I never told you how jealous I was of your musicianship, the seriousness always working underneath all of those four am champagne swims in the fountain in the square. You'll always be a flapper in my book.

[mermeydele.livejournal.com]

i still love to think about how on our cross country trip in a big old volvo we stopped in every state in the continental US (yes, i know you wanted to go to alaska, but it was january and too cold!) and we each took a photograph in front of a major monument of "male achievment" in the nude. and then we exhibited the photos in a small art gallery in portland, or and northhampton and sold each and every one (because we weren't charging an arm and a leg for them) and then, so we would always remember, i made each of us a photo album of the images. thats what i look at when i think i cant get through another semester of teaching, its my motivation.

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

I was leafing through that album just yesterday, marvelling at how short my hair used to be and how you always found the warmest spot in the sun at every monument. And at what a thing of beauty you are. A cross country trip sounds awfully good about now, but I'm glad you're drawing on the art we made to do the next complicated and/or inspired thing you need to do.

[queenmaxine.livejournal.com]

Meeting you in Austtin at BookWoman was such a delight. I remember especially fondly taking you to the ladies room even though my partner would be able to hear us as it is such a small store. The rise and fall of your bosom as you read from Venus of Chalk was more than I could bear and I could hardly restrain my passion until after the reading. You are SDFF! (SDFF = so d*** f***ing fine and that part is totally true!)

[susanstinson.livejournal.com]

Well, golly. That leaves me kind of speechless.