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By revolutionaire.

Frozen Grand Central from ImprovEverywhere on Vimeo.



If you had the ability to revisit a moment in your life, what moment would it be?

Tell us.



(I've known about the flash mob in Grand Central for awhile, but I got the idea for this post from SoulPancake)
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Samsmama said…
It would either be the moment that my son was born, or August 14th, 2005. I would have skipped arguing with my d-bag of an ex about his atrocious behavior the night before and been with my brother when he passed.

And you?
June 23, 2009 at 6:00 PM
revolutionaire. said…
Probably because it's so prominent in my mind, Samsmama, but there was a moment over the weekend that I would give a lot of things to relive.

It was a moment of complete silence around 5 A.M., while I was sitting on the hotel room balcony with one my best friends in the whole world, Gary, and we were watching the sun rise over the ocean. For a brief period, we were not speaking, and I think that moment said so much more than I could have ever said with words.
June 24, 2009 at 10:31 AM
revolutionaire. said…
*complete silence in the sense that he and I weren't talking, but the ocean and the morning birds were.
June 24, 2009 at 10:32 AM
Samsmama said…
That sounds wonderful!
June 24, 2009 at 5:57 PM
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