February 3rd, 2011
|08:58 am - Lie to me|
I would like all my friends here to comment on this post stating how you met me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. After you comment, feel free to copy this to your journal so others can do the same.
(I'm also playing over on Facebook. Double the fun!)
It was Bulgaria in '86, in a slan shack in Sofia. I was smuggling banned role-playing games (they violated "socialist realism"), and you were smuggling polyhedral dice. A mutual acquaintance thought our businesses would complement each others. Alas, two days later, we were betrayed to the Committee for State Security (Bulgarian Secret Police) by a disgruntled hard SF fan, and had to run for it. It would be many years before we were to meet again...
I ate the little yellow pills, and THERE YOU WERE! Dude, it was a trip....
Third grade in elementary school. Then you transferred and we lost touch. Thank goodness we reconnected through livejournal.
|Date:||February 4th, 2011 02:02 pm (UTC)|| |
Easy for me to lie about how we met since we haven't yet - I hope we meet on the 19th.
That said, I believe it was while we were both Apaches, having chosen to follow Geronimo. I was the better rider but I couldn't hit anything with an arrow while riding that paint with the jerky gallop. Your steady little Appaloosa gave you a great advantage in battle and your arrows always hit their mark.
I was running from the police, on one of those old-people tricycles, because of a misunderstanding involving cheese and a crate of hamsters. I turned into an alley, and nearly ran you over. You led me to a secret entrance to the sewer system, and I made good my escape.
I don’t bookmark sites but i will bookmark this! LOL!