(seen lots of places)
Leave one memory of you and me together. It doesn’t matter if I know you a little or a lot, anything you remember! Next, post this in your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.
The Meme-Mandated, Semi-Regularly-Updated, Occasionally Coherent Thoughts of G.M. Skarka
We were just chatting on the bridge by the explodey pirate ship in Vegas, and spoke about how cool it would be to make a pirate RPG together….
Okay. You,, and I were walking to Cranberries in January and commenting on how “Freezing McF*cking Cold” it was outside. Then we ate comfort food and had a few pints.
Sedalia year before last, when I commented, “It’s about time the royal court had Herald who knew to be heard!” Upon which you told me who you were and that you knew *exactly* who I am! *chuckle* You never know who’s been watching, you know?
Actually getting the opportunity to hang out with you and outside of the faire context after and I’s last hair cut.
D.
Talking to you in Milwaukee, Sarah’s arm draped over my shoulder as someone snapped a picture. You are dancing to your mix in the booth.
Well, I’ll always remember fondly the daily bitch sessions atop of the pub this year.*contented sigh* I looked forward to it every day.*chuckle* It was nice to get to know you and your lady.
Watching you at the top of the stairs wrangling a pack of rugrats so Ally could take a break to eat. Your eyes had a great twinkle ;)
Straightening your seams before you had to go off to Children’s Storytime.
A lot to choose from. :)
But, not surprisingly given the day, the one that comes to mind right now is walking back to Village Square and then getting a five-minute-ride-turned-into-two-hours-sitting-in-the-car lift home. With a cute girl sitting in the front seat trying not to be freaked by us.
Standing outside my shop at faire *ahem* years ago *ahem* singing Shakespeare and Garfunkle, and you telling me about pulling a “food tax” at the exit gate. What fun!
Standing at the GoO booth at Origins, having just run into Elissa and Michelle and hearing this booming voice call out, “Holy shit! You look just like your avatar!”, and beholding this man-mountain in a white linen suit.
the day we were worried about not making it back in time for our first show, watching you try to figure out how to do the R&J scene by yourself, with your hand, and doing the high school “makeout with yourself” thing…soooo funny…even if, at the time, the actual situation wasn’t all that funny because we were starting to panic