2 May
Okay, so, I lied.
But I didn't mean to when I wrote it, honestly I didn't! I thought I'd be coming home at a reasonable hour and be able to finish writing the entry in a leisurely fashion, but no.
Instead, I worked until 11.30p, and had totally crashed by 10p, so I was running on fumes by the time I got home. I walked through the door at 11.58p, went to the bathroom, fed the cats, and was under the covers with the lights off by 12.03a.
Not that I'm all rested or anything, because the cats did their famous "Dance around Kymm's Head" routine all fucking night, so I'm still shagged as hell.
So, where was I?
Kate and Melissa and I were round the corner of the building, Kate ruining her stockings because the heel of her shoe had broken, waiting to see the car go by with Wes and Corina and Holden so that we could go back inside.
And we did, rejoining the somewhat subdued party out in the back (on the lanai, as they called it, tongue in cheek). Everyone did a nice job, jollying Kate out of her tears, this one girl I didn't know took her out a ways for a cigarette, while I hung out in the back bedroom with Melissa and Steve and Pete, (the guy who started everything by kissing Kate), and two guys dressed as Satan and Jesus, respectively.
Now, I don't know why, but in checking with ol' Pete to see whether he was traumatized by the fight and whether Holden had hurt him when he socked him in the jaw (apparently not, what with Pete being a fucking tree and Holden is, well, not), somehow he started talking about The Sheltering Sky.
And he continued talking about The Sheltering Sky. And then he talked about The Sheltering Sky some more. He was giving this full-blown lecture to Melissa (I was expecting him to start chiding her for not taking notes and reminding her about the quiz on Friday, and yes, spelling counts) while Jesus and Satan and I were biting our respective lips and giggling at lines like:
"And her husband dies, but she doesn't mourn him, she squats by the body and watches flies have sex on his eyes."
And:
"She bit her on the cheek, rending her flesh, and she realized how good it felt to do that, to tear flesh with her teeth."
He really appeared to think that this had something to do with the situation. God only knows what. Finally, I staggered into the other room, shaking with laughter, thinking "Gee, I wonder what's going on with the Braves?"
I watched the game with John and Jesus for awhile longer, and at one point, Melissa walked into the kitchen with Pete following her, still yammering on. She shot me just the dirtiest look for abandoning her, but I shot her a look back that said "I'm just watching the game, man. Plus, he's your friend, not mine, so I don't have to be bored to death by him!"
My looks speak volumes.
Later, I was in the kitchen with the rest of the party, talking with the biggest musical theatre geeks alive. I'm a musical theatre geek myself, but I so bow to their superior knowledge and fanaticism.
Kate and Pete were back outside, walking around and around the building. We knew, because once we heard him droning on past the kitchen window.
I think it was around 3.30a when I said to Melissa, "Isn't anybody ever going to go home?" and then they did. I'm rude, but we were all exhausted. John had gone to bed an hour before, knocked out by his allergy medication, Melissa was in her jammies, clearly wiped out and white as a sheet, and it seemed as though everyone else was still going strong.
When your hostess is in her pajamas, take the hint.
We wound down and talked to Kate some more for another hour or so, then went to sleep. Kate and I slept in the living room and talked for longer, but at around 5a, when I fell asleep between phrases, I knew that it was just time to stop talking and start snoring.
The next morning, after being temporarily awakened by the incredibly loud death metal in the apartment above (I actually thought it was from Melissa or Steve's rooms, it was so loud), we got up for real at 10a, and when Holden called to talk to Kate, the rest of us went to the House of Pancakes.
When we got back, refreshed and full of pancakes, they were still talking, but she hung up when we walked into the room.
It seems that Holden did not, in fact, have sex with this horrible girl that Kate loathes two weeks ago, but instead, last June, which takes the edge off of any anger. You see, what happened when Holden caught Kate and Pete together was that he yelled "What the fuck are you doing?!" and hauled off and punched Pete in the jaw, then Pete said "Who are you?" and Kate said "That's my boyfriend!" and Pete, well-brought-up young squire that he is, said, "O, you must be Holden, pleased to meet you!"
As Holden put it to Kate, "When you turn the corner and see your girlfriend kissing a guy and you punch him and it doesn't work and he doesn't know who you are, you have to say something!"
Later, Corina and Wes kindly brought my stuff and Steve kindly drove me to Philadelphia so that I could get home, and we all talked and talked and hashed everything out some more, until we were all practically hoarse.
We all had strong opinions on what she should do, but it's her life and her decision that she must make and live with. It's hard when your life changes in a second, even if it needed to change, even if you wanted it to change.
I wish I lived nearer to Kate, but she knows that she is in my prayers.
I'll bet my weekend was more complicated than your weekend!
Today's horoscope:
Finances improve. A project begins to pay off. You see the light at the end of the tunnel.
One year ago today:
I was pure before Columbine.
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