Wednesday, February 16, 2011

how did we meet?

 

Recently on FaceBook I played a fun question game and it goes like this...
~I want you to comment about how you met me. But, then I want you to lie. That's right. Just make stuff up. Come on...mindless chatter and laughter will keep us warm this day~most creative answer gets a prize!~(stolen from Misty Mawn and a few other fun FB friends!)~

It was such a blast, that now I am inviting you to do the same here on comments...go ahead...it's a fun, free, and funny way to make stuff up, tell some lies and get away with it...here are a few of my favorites...
and ya never know...there may lie some truth behind these eyes!

As I recall, we met while scaling the mountains at Machu Picchu. You were climbing up (and you had your pack mule on your back, since he couldn't climb vertically), and i was rappelling down. As we met around the half-way point, you asked if I had a spare carrot for the mule. I did, but it was with my gear at the foot of the hill. So we both went back down and fed the mule a picnic lunch from our packs while you and I drank the dew from leaves on a nearby bush. Very refreshing, as I recall! ~Jean Synodinos~

Debbie Prude remembers it this way...We both were exploring the Egyptian Pyramids when simultaneously saw something gold and shimmering on the floor. We reached to pick it up, our hands touched, eyes met, we covered the shimmering object with sand and left with respect for the world and each other.

and Nansea Mehlert reveals my passion for red wine...Our rich parents sent us to a Catholic boarding school in Rome. We met as roommates. We could not stand the rituals and the hard core rules. We escaped to the south of France, quickly making friends with artists, poets and chefs. We stayed ...away from politicians and clergymen. Our strong attraction to the Bohemian lifestyle left us happy but broke so we earned our money modeling nude for artists. Living in France, introduced us to the whole wine culture. We immersed ourselves in it. We became experts in the field but longed to return to our California roots. We discovered that the climate and soil in Napa Valley is similar to France's. We took a chance and opened up the first successful winery in California started by 2 women. We've been happy and stayed good friends ever since.

4 comments:

Hashi said...

It was in the Australian outback that I first saw your slim, wiry brown figure by the side of the red dusty road. You were hitchhiking from Darwin to Kakadu National Park when I picked you up at Jabiru. We laughed so much in the first half hour that I changed my plans and decided to join you for a Kakadu adventure. We hiked, swam in waterfalls, saw huge crocodiles, myriad birdlife, and stunning scenery, and ate traditional bush tucker with the Aborigines. It was a week I'll never forget.

deb did it said...

oh Hashi, I will never ever forget that amazing week of my life! It must have been the bush tucker that made me so violently ill and had to return to the States for treatments. But I have been cured now, by way of the Mexican life on a tiny tropical island and currently living the vegetarian lifestyle in CowPoke Texas, wanting to go back and eat some more tush bucker, or was that Darius Rucker, or was it seer sucker? .....what the hell were they anyway? I remember becoming uncomfortably delirious in a non-drug related sort of way!!~thanks for the memories!~

Lyn said...

Trying to remember - - seems like we've known each other all our lives, or at least all of yours. When we met I was in some kind of drug induced haze. I woke up and there you were. In not much better shape than I. You could'nt walk, couldn't talk, slept a lot and cried occasionally. Maybe it was some kind of re-hab? But we clung to each other, came to grow and love each other - and amazingly really like each other, too.

deb did it said...

Mom, I love this story....and I love you.and I like you too! Thank you for bringing me into this world so we can help rehabilitate each other!!