There is too much negativity in this world
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Comment here with one of your happiest memories. You don't have to go into great detail, or reveal anything private that you don't want others to know. Just a happy memory you have. Then, post this in your own LJ and I'll hop on over and reciprocate. I'm hoping that this will help us get to know a little something positive about our LJ friends.
One of my happiest memories is my wedding - the first, small registry office affair. It was an intimate ceremony, well conducted by the acting official. My work colleagues stood guard outside the entrance when we came out - it was a wonderful surprise. Photos were made at my old place of work, we had a family lunch at the Bonn Museum of Modern Art, and then, my new husband and me were whisked off to Paris courtesy of the amazing Thalys, where we stayed in a small hotel in the Marais, easily one of the most beautiful parts of the city, close to Victor Hugo's birthplace.
alphabet26:Comment here with one of your happiest memories. You don't have to go into great detail, or reveal anything private that you don't want others to know. Just a happy memory you have. Then, post this in your own LJ and I'll hop on over and reciprocate. I'm hoping that this will help us get to know a little something positive about our LJ friends.
One of my happiest memories is my wedding - the first, small registry office affair. It was an intimate ceremony, well conducted by the acting official. My work colleagues stood guard outside the entrance when we came out - it was a wonderful surprise. Photos were made at my old place of work, we had a family lunch at the Bonn Museum of Modern Art, and then, my new husband and me were whisked off to Paris courtesy of the amazing Thalys, where we stayed in a small hotel in the Marais, easily one of the most beautiful parts of the city, close to Victor Hugo's birthplace.
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Date: 2004-05-06 10:17 am (UTC)So, the night the Colorado Avalanche won the Stanley Cup for the first time. The team had just moved from Quebec to Colorado and they'd had a spectacular year. I still don't think anyone expected them to be able to win Lord Stanley, though. They were playing in Florida, against the Panthers, and it was one o'clock in the morning. If the Avs won, they got the Cup. It was--I can't remember if it was double or triple overtime. But it was overtime and everyone was tired. And they WON. I was watching with my mother and brothers and it was AMAZING. We were screaming and yelling and the Avs were suddenly completely energized. It was so cool; I've never felt like that about a sports team before. What a first year they had--it was great.