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Reunion thing last night in nyc was at this bizarre club way down on the lower west side. It was a large L shaped room and had strange murals of 80s/90s pop icons like Pamela Anerdson a la Boobwatch in her safety red/orange bathingsuit, and Sharon Stone in her Basic Instinct whites. I didn't love it.

But the people. About 200 people or more showed up. I recognized many of them but couldn't recall their names and wasn't 100% sure if I ever knew them. My five closest female friends ever showed up and that was awesome. I haven't seen two of them in years. It felt surreal to be with them. It was too loud to really talk so we just bopped around. I had forgotten how much fun it was to stomp around to angry music in combat boots, though I was wearing a very nice tea length black and white dress with them and I used my ancient DK shirt (I've had since 1985.) At least three strangers said my ratty old disintegrating shirt was the best shirt ever. hahahahaha! The Dead Kennedys--sentimental favorites, of course!

I saw other old friends too. Many of them still have the same mohawks and the same style and that amazed me. I kind of loved them for staying true to it. Many people had gotten heavier (so not just me!) and we all looked older.

Only one creepy ex showed up. Holy crap he blew up like a marshmallow. And he glared at me and then ignored me. I feel sort of sad for him that he is still so bitter after 14 years. Indifferent would be fine, but bitter? Come on. We dated for less than a year. (But to be fair he had a thing for me for years. He asked me out repeatedly while I had the same boyfriend for four years, from when I was 16 til when I was 20. He knew I had a bf but he kept asking anyway. When I broke up with that bf, I couldn't think of a reason to say no anymore. I felt sorry for him and that is a crap basis for a relationship. But I should have said no. Ugh.) And today it rankles a bit. I am not entirely comfortable that I was in part responsible for this much animosity. I wish I'd been more with it when I was 20 and knew to follow my instincts. I wish I'd been stronger about being cool with just being alone instead of always having a bf. And I wish to hell I'd just broken it off with him instead of letting him get all wound up like he did and then watching him self destruct over it. I really was just clueless. Bad katie!

So whatever. David had a good time. He was a peach. I love him to little shiny david shaped bits. I am so glad I finally was lucky enough and smart enough to find a good guy.

The one thing that struck me forcibly is how supericial that crowd always was and still is, at least as a group. No one asked me what I was studying or anything like that. It is all about how you look and what music you listen to. Just like being 16 again. It didn't occur to me until I went to New Mexico to go to St. John's that most of that crowd only knew me as a DJ and someone who went out dancing and wore crazy shoes. I was the girl with pink hair, not the girl who reads Tolstoy. I kind of marvelled that I'd been spending that much time with people who didn't read or didn't want to talk about books. A few of them did, but most of them? No. It was like this enormous hidden part of my life...

David and I were talking about this at breakfast today. Even strangers I meet are more interested in what I am writing about and what I am reading. O_o When David tells coworkers that his wife is in the MFA program at SLC they ask all sorts of questions. But to be fair, they aren't in a very loud club with KMFDM blaring so loudly one can't hear oneself speak, never mind anyone else.

So all in all--I had a lot of fun. My old boots were very stiff and I was really glad to shuck them off as soon as we got into the car. And the bra I was wearing was like a strapless bustier, and it was digging into me and boy was I glad to rip that sucker off up on 45th and 8th--again in the car. And furtively underneath a tee shirt... I did not flash the garbage men next to us and they should be damn grateful!

Date: 2006-07-01 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I kind of marvelled that I'd been spending that much time with people who didn't read or didn't want to talk about books.

Files this away for examining in great detail later tonight. *is sad*


Date: 2006-07-01 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I wish I'd been more with it when I was 20 and knew to follow my instincts.

You were twenty. Cut yourself some slack.

Date: 2006-07-01 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, I am not beating myself up about it but I still think I could have been smarter. :)

Date: 2006-07-01 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude, I did a LOT stupider things than that when I was 20 and older!

Date: 2006-07-02 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, me too. But I wasn't confronted by all those other things last night is all I was trying to say. :)

Date: 2006-07-01 09:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If we knew all that we know now back then...we'd have been weird.

At least you didn't get old and fat and stay bitter!

Date: 2006-07-01 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No, if anything I grew extremely silly.

Date: 2006-07-01 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your silliness is so lovable. *squash*

If I had known you then, I wouldn't have been cool enough for you to talk to! But if you had, I would have talked about books.

Date: 2006-07-02 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
WHAT? I was happy to talk to anyone. People were sometimes weirded out by my appearance but I was not all about only talking to people who looked a certain way ever. :(

Date: 2006-07-02 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I was never like that about appearance. I used to talk to this crazy guy Lance who had the combat boots, ears totally bristly with piercings WAY before anyone else did that, and a crazed look in his eyes. I talked to him all the time. He was nice, though clearly unbalanced.

I saw a young black woman at the front desk the other day with the CUTEST pink hair ever. Just the top of her hair was this dark magenta pink, arranged in these sweet little waves going different directions. I was staring at it and I realized I was freaking her out, so I said, "You have the cutest hair EVER." Then she smiled a really big smile and thanked me.

Date: 2006-07-02 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
cute pink hair! *squee*

Date: 2006-07-02 01:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
oh and it wasn't just the way I looked, it was how angry and unfriendly I was...

Date: 2006-07-02 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That's so weird. You're very friendly! *squash*

Date: 2006-07-02 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I wasn't when I was younger. People who became my friends later told me that they were afraid of me at first and thought I was intimidating, which always surprised me a lot.

Date: 2006-07-02 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good thing we met later, then...

Date: 2006-07-02 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yes. I'm a much more reasonable person now. :)

I'm watching the Philadelphia Story. wheeeeee!

Date: 2006-07-02 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm listening to a rainstorm and waiting for LVN to fall asleep. :>

Date: 2006-07-02 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
David is almost asleep and I am coughing my head off. Bringing up Baby is on now. That movie is a big part of the reason I'm named Katherine.

Date: 2006-07-02 09:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh HEART - I did not know that!

Date: 2006-07-02 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, I'm named after my great aunt Katherine too. But there was a Hepburn film festival on PBS right before I was born. And my mom wanted to name me India--but my dad told her to pick a nice family name instead. And the movies clinched it.

Date: 2006-07-03 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm sort of named after Kate Smith. One of the best memories my Mom has of her dad was sitting in his lap and watching Kate Smith sing "God Bless America" during ballgames. He liked her voice.

Date: 2007-07-10 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You went to St. John's? Awesome! I got in, but couldn't afford it...
And, um, hi! I was wondering if you'd mind if I added you to my flist? I enjoy your writing, and am over 18...

Date: 2007-07-10 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I did attend St. John's College in Santa Fe, NM. Graduated in 1997 and still owe quite a lot for it. It was worth it in my opinion. I paid for it all myself, mostly in loans. But if my uncle had not come to my rescue the year after I graduated I would have had to do something terrible like declare bankruptcy. EEK! So I understand about the money.

Sure, you can friend me. I post mostly at [ profile] imaginarycircus these days. [ profile] ari_o was my old journal and I still occasionally post in it though not very often. But now I am done with grad school perhpas that will change?


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