While we were in New Mexico it snowed several inches. The kids were delighted. Several of them from San Francisco had never seen snowflakes and they were thrilled. One of the boys is named for me. He made this snow angel. Very nice, my diminutive eponymous angel!Now for fun, here is an exercise passed on to me by SpookyRach. 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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
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Remember that time in the winter when we built the first snowfort visible from outer space and won the Nobel Peace Prize? And then it melted and they took the prize back? In hindsight, maybe your plan of building it in New Mexico wasn't a great idea :)
Hey Hibou,
Remember that time I came out to visit you in Hawaii and went spent the weekend sacrificing virgins in the valcano to appease the island gods? Who knew the missionaries would frown on things like that?
R2Ks--Like I said when we started the project, you can't keep eating the snow. Anyway, the truth is I paid off the NPP committee. I guess when the money melted away like the snow, they forgot all about me. And you. Some integrity!
Jonboy--Oh, you were sacrificing the virgins? Well, that sheds some light on the situation. No wonder the DOM gave me the stink eye at every associational meeting.
I'm laughing so hard, I think I pulled something.
Insidious memory to follow...
I remember when I first met you - it was at over-eaters anonymous.
"Hi, My name is Hibou and I eat like a pig."
You'd brought your photo album to the meeting. It had all those snapshots of the all the Spam sculptures you'd been making (and eating) over the last few years.
I was particularly impressed with the Spam of the Unknown Soldier and the Taj Spamhal. The 10 Spammandments monument was outstanding, but I wasn't too impressed with Spamhenge. (I mean, hell, I couldda done that one.)
~Sigh~ How time changes things, Rach. Here I am a mere 132 pounds now and, . . . well, I won't go there. I can't tell you how touched I am to know you remember those sculptures. The Taj Spamhal was my most intricate work, of course, so you can imagine my chagrin when I awakened from a feeding frenzy stupor to realize that I had consumed the entire onion dome and most of the minarets in one sitting. I still have that early piece, you know, the one that won the Academy of Arts scenic award: the Castle of Spamalot. It's sort of shrunk through the years, but it doesn't smell nearly so bad now that it has solidified. Thanks for the memories!
I remember the first time that I laid eyes on you! I was managing that little coffee shop (might I take a moment to point out that I looked groovey in my white go go boots) when I heard you play the accordian. Your music added so much to that little band from Liverpool. To this day, I do not know why they let you go. I especially liked the OOM-PAH-PAH feel of Hey Jude. That song just is not the same without you.
Oh, those were boots!? That would explain the shiny effect. Well, anyway, it's like John said, that Paul just considered us to be his underlings. Can you believe he wanted me to give up the accordian for a sitar??? Well, I just told him what he could do with that instrument! And I split. Sure, George rang me up the next day and tried to smooth things over, butyou either have principles or you don't. And I think you know me well enough to understand why I just had to tell those guys "I am NOT the walrus and I never will be, so just take your show on the road." I'm sorry to get so worked up; I guess the pain still lingers a bit.
I'M CRYING! Cryin', I tell ya!
I can't get any work done for trying to see what comes next.
"Not the walrus"?!!! Who even knows to say that?!
BWWWWAAAAAAAAAA HA HA HA!
Shots of ouzo at that taverna on Corfu. You said they would go straight to my head, and they did! We decided to take the midnight bus to the main land. Who knew you could take a bus on the ferry? And that side trip through Albania...what was that mystery meat?
Oh, Patti, you are such a chucklehead! Bus on a ferry, yeah right! We took the bridge, of course! Didn't we? Wait a minute, I think I do remember standing outside the bus while it was moving. Gee, I thought I was just hallucinating again. And that guy that I got into a fight with, and then I pushed him. Hey, there WAS a splash,wasn't there? Well, what do you know! Boy, is there egg on my face!
BTW, a little chunk of that mystery meat wound up in my vest pocket. (Sorry, after that oral surgery I went through in the "Liverpool years" I was finally able to chew with my mouth closed.) It must have been four years later when I eventually got back around to wearing that vest again (you know I don't like to wear the same outfit twice in a season). I was putting my pocket watch in and found the chunk. By that point it looked like something from one of my Spam sculptures. In fact I thought it was a piece from the Spamalot Castle. Here's what I am saying, Patti: maybe the reason that your hands and feet started swelling to immense proportions was that you were eating SPAM! I mean, we all knew you were allergic to it. I don't know why we didn't think of that at the time. But really, SPAM in Albania? Who'd of thunk? (Bruce doesn't still call you "Megapod," does he?)
Hibou, batting clean-up, hits it out of the park!
Are you kidding? Bruce called me megapod one time too many. I dumped his sorry ass before we even got back to Brussels. He hooked up with that group of British guys from the bus. You remember, you pushed one of them over the side. The ones who kept singing, "I'm sorry I'll read that again" or something. And I have'nt eaten red meat since that Albanian trip. Do you still have that vest? The fly fishing vest with the zipper and all the pockets? The tye-dye-rainbow-butterfly one? Could you post a picture? Man, those were the good old days.
I posted the photo. Was that the vest you had in mind? I don't think it was actually tie-dyed, but it did have the butterfly on the front. The chunk of Spam was in the top left pocket. Hey, no matter what people say now, you were right to dump Bruce. What an ego!
beautiful photo :)
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