chronological order,
sometimes i look back and want to recite stories of photographs outloud to myself, so i will.
the first show at kitchen distribution, and i showed up early. everyone was standing around outside in minimal articles of clothing, and i felt very at home around all of my old roommates and loves. ryan trott was in town and jon ilardo decided to hug me rather than hit me in the face with keys or yell. i told him i loved him and introduced ryan as the boy i was going to marry, and watched everyone smoke pot in front of the loading dock.
still blonde, i spent alot of time with leaa in late july and early august. i was living in riverside with adrianne and we took the golf to towpath park and had a photo taking date. watching the water and avoiding creepy old men, we took pictures of our shoes and the sunset.
it was august and i had just bought "the grey thing" from express- not knowing the shirt basically exposed all of my chest and mixing this fact with alcohol meant that 6 or 7 appletinis and jack & cokes later, all of la luna was exposed to my breasts. later, sitting on the picnic table with phillip and crystal, chainsmoking, and barefoot. this basically defined my summer.
it was the aids wolf show at kitchen, and kate and i had my mom drop us off because mike finally stole the car back. i was broke and not drunk whatsoever, complained for an hour or two about lonliness and lack of alcohol before minsuk and liza showed up. kate and i crashed his backseat, drank whiskey out of a paper bag, chainsmoked fantasia lights, and took polaroids. this is the "infamous" night that i ended up at someone's house, whom i shouldn't have, and the first words out of his mouth were "this is so fucked up."
jake came and his band played with aids wolf. the night before, we went to the pink and older jake felt my hips while i walked alot, and threw a beer in crystal's face. i slept at tommy and scotty's new apartment with jake and his band, watched life aquatic, drank cherry tequila(??!), and jacob braided my hair in my sleep.
i turned 22, and miserable because of a certain boy i still had not gotten completely over. i had my first birthday party at the pink, outside, on the patio, people showed up one by one and i gave everyone a lai and a happy birthday hat. people actually wore them, and at midnight we blew noisemakers and i yelled "it's my birthday!" alot.
ariale and i had our second dual birthday party, combined with my housewarming to 1099 elmwood. the party was huge and i spent most of the night bouncing about the apartment and downing sparks (when i still drank sparks). shots of jack in the kitchen, ariale dry humping me against the fridge (and breaking all the racks), and tons and tons of people tonguing other people.
transmission, september, dancing with kate and colleen the whole night long. outside, yelling at grafitti, kate tried to leave after not saying goodbye. colleen and i were on the street corner, sitting and drinking sparks behind parked cars, drying off our dancing sweat. kate walked by and i put my sparks down and this iconic picture was created. it has since become a legacy, and has received 1537 views on my flickr account, whereas my others receive 100 at maximum.
nathanial came to visit for the first time, he took his parent's van. i sat on the upstairs porch at 1097 with chris and jimmy, waiting for nathanial, waiting for luna that night. he walks onto the front lawn and looks up, yells "kayta?" and i tell him i'll be right down. i hug him and bring him upstairs and he hands me canadian whiskey and says "i brought this for you" to which jimmy and chris giggle hysterically and never quite let me live down. somehow i end up spilling beer all over my powerbook this night, rendering it useless, and so begins my three month love affair with a canadian.
it was kitchen's halloween party, and we end up bringing our own jug of wine and hiding it behind the bleach in the washroom. i soend alot of time making out with nathanial against brick walls, eating lollipops, and dancing with dallas and kate to songs no one else was dancing to. this is one of the nights my old roommates learned to hate the new obnoxious, drunk kayta, but it was still one of the best nights ever. nathanial smelled like mothballs all night after wearing a cowboy hat he found in his parents basement, and lots of people i hadn't seen in a very long time, showed up. i flirted with a man in a cop uniform, telling him he can pull me over and handcuff me any time he wanted, and had to be dragged away from the situation by a friend. later, the cop came up and said "you are the best girl here" and patted me on the head.
probobly one of the worst ideas ever, the ever unsucessful "cuddle party". over 50 invited, and dallas, kate, aaron, chris, jimmy, myself and moe are the only ones to show. we watched "ghost" and "the notebook" and no one had any sort of good time. i spent hours making a "cuddle party" flyer wall hanging, and threw it in the garbage the next day.
this was after transmission, november, and nick was my date. we all headed to allen st after the dance party, where we got more and more wasted. kate and marc talked about books against the wall, and trademark marc move (before we knew about it, however), he promises me he'll get her number and call her, and two minutes later, he's nowhere to be found. kate grabs nick and makes him walk around allen st looking for marc with her for, oh, forty five minutes. she comes back, no luck, nick apologizes. we all leave, kate in the back of the cadillac crying her eyes out, nick pulls up to richmond and forest and kate unlocks the door and attempts jumping out while the car is still moving, screaming about going home, when we were 2 blocks away. she gets back in the car after i tell her we're two blocks away, though nick was supposed to drop jimmy off first, then kate and i, strategic planning on my part- he pulls up in front of 1097 to drop kate off and she runs through traffic on elmwood and into the apartment. no time to even say goodbye, i run after her and yell at her "just go to bed, kate".
ashley's friends from syracuse came to visit and we all went to allen st. i'm on myspace looking at messages and mariko sees nick's myspace and warns me about her past experience with him. i get drunk and myspace him saying "i met a girl who thinks you're crazy!" and he says "i could see how she could think that". my night ruined, we get trashed and stephany flirts with mike the bouncer who is ultra incredible but definately 45 years old. back to dallas's and i'm pretty sure someone had sex on her couch that night, though i'm not sure exactly who. the next day, mariko leaves and tells me she feels bad, but i tell her she was just being honest. nicholas never talks to me again.
dancing at la luna with dallas, i always find myself dancing with some random boy by the end of the night. this particular night, it's cold and i'm sick and sick of dancing, last call and the boy follows me to the bar to ask the bartender for a piece of paper, we exchange phone numbers. friday night i am moving and his number was already programmed in my phone, he calls while i'm moving stuff out of the elmwood apartment into mark's van, and i'm hyperactive. he asks me to go see a syd barrett tribute with him at mohawk, but i tell him i think i will be staying in. he asks if he can come over and watch a movie, i say ok. he shows up 2 hours late, i'm outside on the back porch smoking a cigarette with jimmy. he walks outside and smokes with me, we end up in the projector room watching brown bunny with mark and making hand puppets. i take pictures i don't remember taking, we both blacked out and woke up the next morning with m&ms all over us, my roommates comforter around us, and a very unhappy roommate. i see him often, piss my roommate off every time, and two weeks later he is really the only thing i look forward to. he asks me to be his girlfriend at the pink and everyone thinks, for he, and for i, that is so appropriate.