blind items

just yesterday i got midway through a story - a good one, about dancing on the bar at jeromes for LordG's birthday, and i had to stop. i cant tell the full stories of the events i remember, because my memories are populated by people who'd rather i no longer use their names. i could, of course, but i wouldnt. we owe each other that level of respect, if only because of what we went through together.
im not upset - as courtney said:
i made my bed
ill lie in it

i just think its a little funny, now.
if i were to write my memories down they'd read like blind-item gossip.