Ego Ego E-Go!

[ricedream]

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 moritified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[edblount]

Hello Athena,
I remember once we were waiting for a chautauqua meeting to start and I was sitting next to you and you were wearing a yellow skirt or dress and you were reading a book on Anne Bogart and you started to give me a brief but enlightening summary of "viewpoints." This is the first thing that came to mind.

[ricedream]

Awesome.
Thank you so much for reminding me of that memory.
Rock on.

[potentialtoburn]

after a concert at "the barn", i was incapacitated ; ) and you drove me up to your room and put me to bed. i am still grateful.

[ricedream]

Ha! Yes!
I had forgotten that!
:)

'Good to know we're still at it after all of these years (partying hard and caring for each other harder).

[thisisash]

it's hard for me to think of just one...i miss the silly walk. the times we spent in your room with pastels and good conversation. all those mornings you took me to school. the radio show. the sometimes y concerts. being in drama doing shakespeare abridged.
i love you i love you i love you....

[ricedream]

yes.

all of those things.

especially the "i love you" part.

(are you gonna be in CA during X-mas?)

[thisiswaytohard]

I remember a brief period of my life in witch I was taught a lot about physical love and quite aboit about love for and the love of the people you care about. I miss you. and im looking foward to reconecting with you in the future.

[ricedream]

move to new york. everyone's doing it.

:)

We will reconnect someday, I am sure of it.

[tristanweir]

You'll always be my first onstage love. You had a 1940's dress and lines drawn down your calves. I had a rifle, a uniform, and a burning desire to get laid before I shipped across the Pacific to parts unknown. Together, we had poorly written lines that we repeated awkwardly for the benefit of a bunch of old hicks and our adoring parents.

The play: Wings over Tomales.
The time: Magical.

[ricedream]

Awww... that was pretty awkward/embarrassing/magical, wasn't it?
Amazing how time sweetens memories.

Remember how we had to dance together? And how much we both hated it?
-However, I think that may have been when I first stopped hating you with a burning passion, so that's good.