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You guys, you guys. I've been delving into the land of unvetted fanfic, something I pretty much never do. It's SCARY out there. I even started a 20,000 word Michael/Mahone story that was clearly not looked at by any other human or English-reading eyes, just a spellchecker, that mentioned someone robbing a connivance store. What would you buy there, I wonder?

Anyways. I am in deep need of amusement and things to think about that are not miserable, and the Puppy Bowl can only last so long. I loved this meme from [personal profile] cereta. So I am stealing it.

I would like all my LJ/DW friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. If you'd like, copy this to your journal so I can do the same.

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Feb. 7th, 2011 02:00 am (UTC)
We first met in San Jose. You were on your way back to Seattle, and I was on my way home to Minneapolis after traveling there on business. An major airline strike meant that no commercial air traffic was going anywhere that day. There were precious few hotel rooms left in town, and we agreed to share one to save money and because otherwise the hotel was threatening to fill the rooms willy-nilly, just to deal with the crowds.

At the hotel was the usual rack of touristy handouts, and since both of us had already been to the Winchester Mystery House, we looked further afield. One of the brochures was for skydiving. That's something I'd always wanted to do, and you were up for it as well. We rented a car and drove out to the site. After filling out a zillion forms and signing all our rights away with waivers, we put on flight suits and helmets, and took us up in a little plane.

The scariest thing was going out the door of the plane, but we were each connected to an experienced jumpmaster who didn't give us time to panic. We went out the door a few seconds apart from each other. I tried to catch a glimpse of you -- you went first -- but didn't see you during the freefall portion of the jump. It wasn't what I'd expected -- much more windy and a lot less floaty. But wholly exciting. And too soon, the parachute opened (safely), and then I could see you a ways below me, swinging just a bit. We wafted down, hitting the ground with a bit of a bump, and disentangled ourselves from our tandem partners.

And then we just looked at each other and giggled. I don't know about you, but I was thinking about how silly and expensive and totally worth it the whole thing was. Even if I was a bit wobbly on my feet.

Then we drove back to our hotel and had a lovely dinner, and spent the evening watching TV. And the next day, we went back to the airport, where the planes were flying again, and went our separate ways.

But even now, the phrase "jumping out of perfectly good airplanes" can bring a smile to either of our faces.
Feb. 7th, 2011 02:59 am (UTC)
Oh, one of my greatest memories. I still to this day look at the sky and think "I have to do that again," but it could really only be right if I went back to San Jose and did the jump with you again. (And you know, it's been a while for the Winchester Mystery House -- we could get drunk and do that again!)
Feb. 7th, 2011 03:13 am (UTC)
I'll never forget how you rescued me in that dive bar in that flea speck of a town in Belize.

I'd gotten separated from my tour group when we made a pit stop on the way to the Maya ruins of Caracol. I had no cell reception so I couldn't call the tour company and I tentatively wandered into the only place that looked as though it might have a phone.

I have never seen so many sleezy looking people in one place in my life and even though English is the official language of Belize, the local patois of English/Spanish/Maya was so thick that I could barely understand a word.

I was having a hard time making myself understood when you stepped in and translated like a native.

We were standing at the bar where I'd bought you a drink in thanks and having such a nice chat. You can't even imagine how thrilled I was to find that my savior was by one of my very favorite authors.

Then, when that very drunk gentleman with the knife lunged for the other man standing next to me, I would have gotten that knife in the back when he stumbled if you hadn't pulled me out of the way. Then you truly were my savior.

It was a harrowing experience but I wouldn't have missed it for the world because I met you.

BTW? What the hell were you doing in that seedy little bar in that out of the way place in a jungle in Belize?
Feb. 7th, 2011 06:53 am (UTC)
OK, you have to promise not to tell this to anyone. I was sent to Belize to find you. But if the man who paid me ever learns that you know, I'm afraid of what he could do. He's very powerful. His boyfriend was in the FBI, I've heard.
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