All these moments will be lost, like tears in rain

There is a night in the mid 1990s which probably qualifies as the mythical Best Night Of My Life. It involved a summer night, a newly-met young lady, music, countryside, heroic quantities of drugs, nudity, watching the sunrise, llamas, good friends, motorcycles... in fact, pretty much all of the good things in life. Even though it is now long ago, and the relationship that started that night eventually imploded spectacularly, it remains a cherished memory.

One day, many years after, I was walking down the street, when a total stranger stopped and said "Hey - I know you. I've got photos of you at a free party, ages ago." It turned out that he'd been taking pictures that night, and had recognised me from some of them. He was even kind enough to give them to me, which was a joyful moment as I had no idea that any pictures of the night even existed.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 13:14, 7 replies)

Pix or it didn't happen

( Peej, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 13:55, closed)

Whoa whoa whoa whoa . . . back up there a minute.
Llamas?
(username failed moderation, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 14:52, closed)

Hah! You just did the reading equivalent of driving over a kerb

Yes, llamas. Not involved in the sexeh timez, I hasten to add, but there were indeed llamas at the location.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 15:19, closed)

So, you'll fuck a motorbike,
but draw the line at a llama?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 15:22, closed)

It seems the
Llamas were just good friends.
(username failed moderation, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 15:30, closed)

All that chrome.... and you get to wear leather, too...

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 15:36, closed)

STAY ABOUT FROM MY LLAMAS

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 24 Jan 2014, 15:48, closed)