Who am I?

[mcroft]

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, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Comments

[bassfingers.livejournal.com]

Two... sleeping on the floor of Doc's apartment and constantly shifting my sleeping bag so that I can kick you when you snore.

And meeting up at the Duck for a drink after the infamous blow-up with Lea Salo.

[mcroft.livejournal.com]

The f'ing turkey feather meeting.

My goal there was to be a big piece of lead, and not let things get out of hand. I was there as an absorber of energy. Becuase I knew it was going to suck to be anyone other than me at that meeting.

Drinking afterwards was good.

I remember you sorta manically beheading your wedding cake.