The most vivid, emotion-laden memory I have of you is you and umbran dancing on your wedding day. It acts as kind of a joyous watermark on nearly all my other recollections of you - not obscuring anything, but faintly present, as a reminder of sorts.
However, that's not exactly a memory of you + me, so a few of those: * First meeting you at an SCA meeting; * You screaming at John V. outside Hillside your freshman year; * You explaining to me what 'LARPing' was, and showing me pictures (in Houston, I think?) * Sitting on your bed in your room in Wren, talking about books; * Dancing with you, shortly after we'd both done the Intro to Movement class; * You piecing together bits of chopped-up document during a Retribution session (everyone else was, too, but you were one of the most intrigued/animated about it); * Grabbing your wrist as you gesticulated vehemently, and injecting an antifungal agent before you could react; * At an Intercon not too long after you and umbran started dating, talking you out of (or at least blunting) a really terrible mood; * You being righteously pissed with me after I made you a somewhat...vicious?... dare; * Two words: Nicolas D'Armond * You cleaning up and looking over a stray cat that had been stuck to the telephone pole outside; * Coming over to visit you last year, walking past umpteen gazillion tomatoes, and standing in the familiar-yet-no-longer-familiar kitchen talking with you as you did wonderful things with food; * You smiling. On innumerable occasions.
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Date: 2005-11-08 08:34 pm (UTC)However, that's not exactly a memory of you + me, so a few of those:
* First meeting you at an SCA meeting;
* You screaming at John V. outside Hillside your freshman year;
* You explaining to me what 'LARPing' was, and showing me pictures (in Houston, I think?)
* Sitting on your bed in your room in Wren, talking about books;
* Dancing with you, shortly after we'd both done the Intro to Movement class;
* You piecing together bits of chopped-up document during a Retribution session (everyone else was, too, but you were one of the most intrigued/animated about it);
* Grabbing your wrist as you gesticulated vehemently, and injecting an antifungal agent before you could react;
* At an Intercon not too long after you and
* You being righteously pissed with me after I made you a somewhat...vicious?... dare;
* Two words: Nicolas D'Armond
* You cleaning up and looking over a stray cat that had been stuck to the telephone pole outside;
* Coming over to visit you last year, walking past umpteen gazillion tomatoes, and standing in the familiar-yet-no-longer-familiar kitchen talking with you as you did wonderful things with food;
* You smiling. On innumerable occasions.