Things That Fell Out of My Head

I remember bursting onto the scene at a bar during one of the santa rampages. Seeing you and then just planting a big ol' kiss right on your smacker! :) You put up with such horrid behavior like a trooper! :)

ok, so trying to remember a not naked or sex related memory....
:)

I know, I remember us sleeping in your truck under the I35 bridge while we sobered up before driving home. I think we had gone out dancing.

Hmmm.... that truck and I35. That memory does not meet the criteria I was self-imposing. :)

What are you doing up at this hour anyway?

I remember, after the TMBG concert at the Abyss, staying up all night on the floor talking & giggling and tickling, then the next a.m. kidnapping you to my house & kissing on the couch, and getting in big trouble for it. A,A, & C were so mad! But they were all just jealous. Wow, oh so long ago, we were babies.

bacon

One of my favorite Matthew memories is from that brief time when we both lived in Houston. I'm not sure I've got all the details right, but it's something like this.

I get a phone call from you one afternoon, asking for a ride to the bus station, so that you can go to Austin, which is where Audrey is. I say Sure! When? You say Well the bus is scheduled to leave in 15 minutes. I say, Huh, well I guess I'd better come get you right away!

So I do, and we rush rush rush to the bus station, and the whole thing is hilarious to me, and you tell me to just drop you off at the scary bus station, because if you miss this bus, you'll just wait for the next one, but you don't think you'll miss it because of your secret understanding of how the system works, which means you'll go straight to the bus driver and make a deal with them.

I talk to you a couple days later, and you had in fact made the bus all right. I was impressed and amused simultaneously.

Moses' night on the town. :D

I remember when you got "REMORA" in Boggle. (:

Aww well that's easy- great massage and good cuddle after the night of drinking at the cake party.

You seem to be someone in my life who just "shows up" from time to time. And I have so many wonderful memories of being at a party or a retreat or BM and turning around to see your intense, smiling face.

Loveliness.

Jesus. Where to start.

There were all the late nights building furniture out of Omagles, setting up all kinds of Commodore equipment on them, and hacking away until we fell asleep. In fact, we built in crash bars to keep our heads off the keyboard in case we just fell asleep sitting there (which did happen from time to time).

I remember an incident in Lousiana when we had several computers set up a pop-up camper, and -- unable to convince you to turn the lights off -- I reached down and threw the breakers and had a table of computer equipment dumped on me. ;)

I recall extremely long phone conversations. I remember a "Catalina Madaline Hooten Totten Wotten Totten Hogan Pogan Logan" song incident in which we both collapsed into helpless tears of laughter for several minutes.

I remember a complete non-sequitur in a conversation we had in which I, for no good reason, wished you a happy birthday -- to which you responded, "It's not my birthday." And, spontaneously, we burst into song: "It's not todaaaaaaay! It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?..." and we proceeded to finish the entire song.

I remember a TMBG concert in Houston that you were supposed to drive down for, but it got later and later... lacking contact from you, I was about to go inside (with your ticket), when you come bounding out of a cab. I asked, "How did you get here?" Your only response was to reach inside your jacket, grab a small packet marked, "Southwest Airlines," hold them out, and offer, "Peanuts?"

Then, there was that time at the Catholic Youth Conference when we were milling around in the lobby with several hundred other teenagers. A voice calls out from the crowd: "Does anyone have a scredriver?" Without missing a beat, you reach down, grab four from your knee-pocket, hold them up in the air, and shout back, "which kind?"

I recall the time when I promised I would get you to call Tami, despite my not being there. She bet me I couldn't. I replaced nethack with a program that would bring up "Call Tami" in screen-filling letters. She got the call. I won a case of Spam in that bet.

I remember a long arguement down in Galveston when we were playing Scrabble, and I insisted that "Chugs" is not a word. I recall playing Scrabble and posting the results to alt.religion.kibology. Several times. I recall playing Scrabble and clearing my hand twice during a single game -- which would have been a truly impressive accomplishment, had you not done the same thing three times.

Many more, but I have work to do, have forgotten my power supply at home, and am running out of batteries.

This cracks me up coming from you, because I know you probably need the memory recordings!

For, lets see, there are so many. I remember you being the first person to stay with me at my place in Los Angeles when you came out for that New Years and took me to Theory Labs for the very first time. I was sick at the time, but you didn't care, and you actually managed to make me feel sexy sick and all (no small feat). But what I will always remember the most about that visit is watching you in the morning, completely naked cooking steak in my kitchen. I didn't even have a curtain yet then so we were surely visible to anyone who cared to look up, but at that moment I didn't think anyone could think negatively of the view.

staying up late in the kitchen in the pink palace, talking about assembly programming and C64s.

-tanjent

i remember being 21 (imagine!) and coming to your room at the co-op and you being sort of, kind of asleep and i was talking, talking, talking and you saying to me, "matt's brain is asleep. you are talking to the sleeping part of matt's brain" which i sort of took to mean "go away." i think that's a wonderful memory. very funny and sort of like a haiku version of our entire friendship.