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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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Shoving Match at Party Memory This memory came to me while I was reading a memory share with me by the Leutnant. I wrote to him about my reaction and it simply came to me as I wrote back to him. I was just putting up the new memories and everytime I read the one about Lothar and I fighting, which I think is us....I see it happening in a place that had burgundy red carpet. The walls are wood paneled with large paintings hanging on the walls, and large mirrors with gold frames. I am wearing black tux and tails like Lothar. The area where the fight happens is in a side area of the ball. Almost like a small foyer that had doors almost like an area near where rest rooms are kept. There is a big chandelier hanging in this little area. Does this sound familar at all? I am really pissed. Lothar seems to have this indifferent I don't care attitude and it upsets me. I did care. I don't know what it was that I cared about, but his attitude really pisses me off. He wants to just walk off and ignore the whole thing, but I want to get into his face about it because I am angry. I either poke him in the chest or tug on his coat. He turns to me and is angry. He was heading back to the party. And I wasn't finished with our conversation. He bats my hand away. His mouth is peirced closed and I can feel my jaw tighten. He knows I am mad. I say something to him and he replies with something that really pisses me off. I say something rude and give him a little shove and eyeball him sternly in the face. He seems at first as if he is not going to react and then he shoves me back with both hands. I am forced back a couple of steps. I then walk back up to him and shove him harder this time with both of my hands. He falls back a couple of steps and hits up against the wall or maybe someone walking behind him. Now he's pissed and goes for me and shoves me backwards against a table that has fancy punch bowls and glasses on it. I hear the glasses break and fall and now my tux is wet with liquid. He has a hold of my lapels with his fists and I try and get him off of me because he has me bent over backwards on the table. I struggle to get him off of me and finally put a foot in his stomach or groin. I am unsure which. He doubles overs in pain. I get myself off of the table. I am all wet. I am pissed and I leave the room. Everyone is staring at us. I see a crowd full of black tux and fancy gowns glittering under the many chandeliers that hang from the ceiling, which is white and has those designs in the ceiling. You know, like circles, squares and swirls. I walk away from Lothar and people make way for me as I walk by. I think I go outside to cool down. I end up leaning on a stone balcony wall looking out into the night sky and the lights of the buildings nearby. The Leutnant said in his memory that we were wearing our dress uniforms and now that I think about it. He could be correct. The uniforms must have been very dark in color. I have observed that in the past I have combined two similar events together. Lothar and I may have had an argument that was much the same when we were both wearing tuxedos. |