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
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The first time I met you, you were ten or eleven years old...a total cutiehead, with only a little nascent adolescent rebellion going on. I was visting in SF, and remember how you went shopping with me and your mom? When I was trying to decide whether or not to buy those pricey red shoes, and you were all in favor: "totally, you have to get them, they're so cool!" Later that night, after you'd gone to bed, I told your mother, "That girl is going to have some kind of brilliant career in fashion."
And you were right about thes shoes. I wore them for years, and got all sorts of compliments on them.
I certainly hope you had more interesting things to think about than ME on prom night!
Come to think of it, I've actually seen a prom pic of you--the dress was fabulous and you looked great, but I couldn't see the shoes well enough to recognize them. (The boy wasn't bad, either).
Thanks! I hated my hair, but I think I hated everything about my appearance at 16. Random trivia... the boy ended up being in that big Boy Band a few years later ... made millions and lost it all in tht messy divorce to that stripper ... it was in all the gossip pages, I'm sure you read about it.
Remember that trip to LA, when you were nine? We stopped off at the amusement park - what is that thing, Six Flags? And I let you cute me into going on the roller coaster, and they had that power outage, and we got stuck up there?
I know, watching the lights of LA come back on, square by square, was very cool. But I'll NEVER go on a roller coaster again.
I love hanging out with you, but that night in Miami last year was the exception. I mean, we were having such a good time before that chick pulled a razor. I will always love you for clubbing her on the head with that Cristal bottle, though. I mean, we were just defending ourselves from that crazy bitch, and WE ended up spending the night in jail! I still keep in touch with that tranny hooker we met, though. She sends the most hilarious emails.
I mean, I HAD to club her over the head with the Cristal bottle! She pulled a knife for crying out loud! It's not our fault that Michael Ealy wouldn't leave us alone and she wanted to dance with him.
The best part was the salmon, scallion and cream cheese omelette from Jerry's Deli right after we got out of the clink.
Hee. That time we got courtside tickets at MSG and I thought we were going to see the Rangers, not the Knicks 'cause, hockey on the brain. But it was really fun when the Knicks beat the stuffing out of the Lakers.
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And you were right about thes shoes. I wore them for years, and got all sorts of compliments on them.
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Come to think of it, I've actually seen a prom pic of you--the dress was fabulous and you looked great, but I couldn't see the shoes well enough to recognize them. (The boy wasn't bad, either).
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I know, watching the lights of LA come back on, square by square, was very cool. But I'll NEVER go on a roller coaster again.
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The best part was the salmon, scallion and cream cheese omelette from Jerry's Deli right after we got out of the clink.
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I wonder what happened to that Lakers fan that got thrown out after tossing his beer at Stephon Marbury?
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