Comments | living_in_ennui: Back with a TWIST.

living_in_ennui

Back with a TWIST.

Jul 12, 2006 14:33

Snatched from perididdle.

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 ( Read more... )

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inspiretheliar July 12 2006, 18:40:25 UTC

That one time, in your mom's bed...

damnit July 12 2006, 18:47:53 UTC

Remember that time where we talked in person?

perididdle July 12 2006, 18:56:09 UTC

Remember that one time? At band camp? Where we totally ran into Anthony Rapp. That was the shit. He said he'd given up on the boys...and we had to try to tell him that hey, he has a boyfriend. He stole my flute and your triangle after that in a fit of rage...and tackling him into the lake? That was awesome.

Though I'm still trying to figure out why the band camp had a lake. And those weird, weird talking and dancing heads. Was our director the vampire, or the drag queen?

jo_march_writes July 12 2006, 20:24:04 UTC

Remember when we won tickets to RENT on Broadway on the one night when they brought back the orginal cast... omg when Adam Pascal allowed us to come back stage where he sand One Song Glory for us I almost died. But my favorite part must have been when the entire cast insisted we go out with them afterward to the real Live Cafe where we all proceded to sing La Vie Boheme at the top of our lungs. I still can't believe how nice they all were, but really the top of the whole trip had to be when the casting director just happened to be sitting in the Live Cafe and offered us chorus parts on RENT. And to think if none of that ever happened we wouldn't be sitting here in our Studio apartment right smack in NYC :) :) :) :) :)

lessthangreat July 12 2006, 20:53:22 UTC

I remember when we visited the UK that one time, and we ran into Jo Rowling in that little coffee place in Edinburgh. She was so cool to us, wasn't she? I mean, autographing our coffee cups and everything! Seriously. Awesome. I still have the cup, of course. I'm considering closing it up in a glass box.