This night was an insane night, and this picture never fails to make me smile and laugh, not only to think about the night as a whole, but that summer, that year, the friendship I have with the guy, Kurt, in the photo.
I'm pretty sure this was an end-of-the-summer party and a way for all of our friends to get together one last time before we all headed off on our different ways, back to college, or just back to work. There were people there I hadn't seen since graduation a year earlier and people I had never thought I would see there at all (my now husband, being one of them). At least I think he was there, I might be thinking of a different party where I had a chat with an old friends girlfriend about his irrational hatred of me and my friends (It really could have all been the same party for all I know). It's really all a blur at this point, except for a few key memories that still make me laugh.
For instance, I am pretty sure we told Kurt's neighbors friend --did you follow that?-- that I was celebrating my 23rd birthday. He told me he liked the way my shirt felt. It was weird. And I was only 19 at this point. I have a lot of other photos from the party which helps to keep it all pretty fresh in my mind, but the pictures also remind me of the things that were going on around the time of the party.
The night before, me, Kurt and another friend of ours, went to a club that seemed to be mostly Japanese gals and guys. We had been to this club before and had never noticed this, but we did this time and we felt very out of place (two blonde's and a red head). Maybe it was the alcohol, but that seemed really funny to us at the time. I am sure we had some witty jokes about it, but they all seem to have escaped me over time.
Time.
A lot of time has gone by since this party and when this photo was taken. I have been married two years now and live 3 hours away. I don't talk to Kurt as much as I want to or should. There are a lot of possible changes ahead for me and I am hoping that that is something I can change in the coming year, but that is a post for another time.
Peace out *g*

