I was chatting to a colleague at work the other day, and we got to talking about memories. She asked if I had to pay for my memories, which ones would I keep?
Obviously, I would give everything in my bank account to keep the memories from my wedding to the Greek God(zilla) and the day our son was born. I would even pay to remember the 36 hours of labour I went through to get him, even though they were the most painful, exhausting and terrifying hours of my life.
I would not waste any change on remembering commutes to work, or the time spent waiting for transport to arrive so that I could begin my commute to work.
I could probably also live without the memory of every football match I have ever been forced to endure because the Greek God(zilla) reached for the remote control first.
I’d love to buy back the memory of what really happened on the no-carbs/white wine night with my sister-in-law, Eva. Although, only on the condition that I could get my money back if it made me cringe.
But for the most part, I think I would like to keep all my other memories – the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
They have all shaped me in some way and contributed to the person I am today. I am scared to forget. I need to remember the bad experiences so that I can fully appreciate the good ones.
Speaking of good ones, here’s one for you:
One of the funniest nights out I have had, was with the Greek God(zilla) a few years ago. A friend of mine was working at The London Film Festival and had invited us both to attend the premiere of Bobby – a film by Emilio Estevez about the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy.
We had to collect our tickets at a fancy drinks reception being held before the movie and was excited to be rubbing shoulders with all these people who really did belong there, and had not just blagged a pair of tickets from a mate.
We even got to walk down a red carpet flocked by paparazzi, who very strangely lowered their cameras as we made our grand entrance.
The film was great, we really enjoyed it and spotted many a celeb around us – the Greek God(zilla) was most excited to be two rows back from Gordon Brown.
At the end of the film, Emilio and the rest of the cast took to the stage and invited questions from the audience. The Greek God(zilla) rested his hand firmly on my arm in case I got the urge to raise it and say something stupid. As if…
There was a coach waiting outside to take us all to an after-party at Claridges.
‘We’ll just go for one’ I said to the Greek God(zilla) ‘and say hello and thank you to my friend’
So off to Claridges we went. With Christian Slater, Emilio Estevez and Martin Sheen!
At the party, the Greek God(zilla) was surprised to bump into someone he knew. Waiters walked around with trays of champagne and the bar was completely open.
There was no separate VIP room, so absolutely nothing to stop us from plonking ourselves down next to Freddy Rodriguez or standing at the table next to George Osborne. Although we didn’t, obviously.
Christian Slater picked up the mic just a few feet away from us and burst into song – he was brilliant and very handsome in the flesh.
Although, at 1am and with work the following day, we thought it was time to start heading home.
‘There’s Emilio’ pointed out the Greek God(zilla) ‘Let’s go and say goodbye’.
So we drunkenly staggered over to Emilio Estevez. The Greek God(zilla) held out his hand and Emilio politely took it.
‘Great film’ gushed the Greek God(zilla)
‘Thanks very much’ replied Emilio, still shaking hands. NICE GUY.
‘I really liked it’ the Greek God(zilla) continued ‘It was almost as good as Stakeout’
What memories would you pay for?
Edited on advice of lovely DorkyMum to include a linky. If you want to join in, then simply write about a memory that you would pay to keep – Good, Bad or Ugly – and then link your post up here.