tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post4707924185506770419..comments2024-03-28T09:41:36.745-07:00Comments on She Just Walks Around With It: Not The Halloween Where I Saw A Lesbian Cowgirl Scale The Wall To Get To The Ladies' Roomkristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00879301751663532121noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-68141051044686321152008-11-05T11:15:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:15:00.000-08:00It's amazing to me that we never know what will st...It's amazing to me that we never know what will stick out in our minds. Brilliant mysteries.Deb Roxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04149071375558799305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-27585568905282130052008-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:002008-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:00i remember this one night in brooklyn, maybe 1999,...i remember this one night in brooklyn, maybe 1999, going to the movies with my boyfriend paul. we were in the middle of months of long hard pre-breakup stuff, but then that one night we walked to the movie theater and my skirt was blowing around in the wind and the heels of my sandals that it was almost too late to wear were crunching the leaves, and we held hands and it smelled like fall and everything was just like it was supposed to be. i even knew it right then.tortalugahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12502774701826011772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-85497738846509870432008-11-04T00:53:00.000-08:002008-11-04T00:53:00.000-08:00Yrsh..I like it...but, um the proposal, the weddin...Yrsh..I like it...but, um the proposal, the wedding? Pulease? Or at least let us know which bits are off limit. I'm so excited that its happening! <BR/>KathrynAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-6498305722965007092008-11-03T19:44:00.000-08:002008-11-03T19:44:00.000-08:00Dressing my seven year old daughter in a costume a...Dressing my seven year old daughter in a costume and looking across at my new husband of one month and crying because she finally, finally had a father to take her trick or treating.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-37631760094294554112008-11-02T23:23:00.000-08:002008-11-02T23:23:00.000-08:00The first thing that pops into my head is the memo...The first thing that pops into my head is the memory of how the air smelled. And then crunching through the leaves in Central Park (Burnaby BC, not NYC). As for halloween memories, I remember the townhouse complex I lived in had hot chocolate and fireworks every halloween, and one year, after we were done begging for candy, we were standing around with our paper cups of hot chocolate, and the fireworks were just about to start, and it started to snow. It was magical.<BR/><BR/>If I go back to my earliest memory, I remember being young, and we lived in the city, so we would drive out to my great grandmother's neighbourhood to trick or treat. We knew everybody on the block so I was allowed to eat the apples and popcorn balls my grandma's friends would hand out.<BR/><BR/>Hmmm... now I'm all warm and fuzy.Dawn Z(ed)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04251620976773549086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-15849210155777115522008-11-02T21:43:00.000-08:002008-11-02T21:43:00.000-08:00I remember the Halloween my dad's extra sciency sm...I remember the Halloween my dad's extra sciency smart friend built me a Jawa costume, complete with glowing lights for eyes. Jawa's were the junk collectors in the first Star Wars movie, and nearly sold C3PO and R2D2 for parts, if memory serves. I couldn't see shit that night, what with my brown hooded robe and two Christmas lights for eyes, but I felt like the coolest kid of 1977.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-20066578812496196972008-11-01T20:29:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:29:00.000-07:00My sister was three years older than me and we wer...My sister was three years older than me and we weren't all that close growing up. We are much closer now but as kids three years was a puberty gap and personality differences that left us with absolutely nothing in common. <BR/><BR/>Every Halloween those differences were set aside as we trooped out together to go trick or treating with a couple of her friends. This was twenty years ago in a small town and no one thought twice of a group of 10-13 year olds trick or treating without an adult chaperone. <BR/><BR/>She chose to bring me along and it was the coolest, happiest times with her I can remember. I felt important and awesome, and even soaped up a couple of car windows. <BR/><BR/>I still think of that every Halloween and I just realized I never told her that. I think I'll email her right now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10136851.post-9873124997875073272008-11-01T20:28:00.000-07:002008-11-01T20:28:00.000-07:00I love this story!!I love this story!!flutterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11828689769747130419noreply@blogger.com