Was it really a gherkin?

[stephbg]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ (if the spirit moves you) and see what your friends come up with.

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[transcendancing.livejournal.com]

I remember the first time we went to the Sydney Mardi Gras, stayed right in the heart of the city and spent the entire night cheering till we were hoarse, running amuck amongst the happy and beautiful people filled with the delight of themselves and their activism. I remember that we ended up in some strange little all night cafe eating apple pie for breakfast, contemplating whether we wanted to go back to the hotel to sleep, or continue the adventure - every minute we lingered was a shared moment of never wanting the experience to end.