A little nostalgic this week, and remembering the day last month when someone said, "The only thing Kristin likes more than taking photos is having her photo taken," so I wanted to share a bit more about
this image of myself.
The party had what felt like a million rooms. This one had a bar
with bottles of something ridiculously sweet, and there was a band
playing jazz, I think. Everything was drenched in blue. Another was all
yellow, and there was a DJ and tropical drinks. We danced a lot, and I
wore incredibly uncomfortable silver heels. Was this the first time I
ever flirted with a stranger? Probably. He and his friend paid for a cab
home for my friend and me. I remember his friend got quite angry at me
for some off-color joke I made. Looking back, I certainly shouldn't have
made the joke.
The dress I'm wearing is the same one I wore to a
dinner-cruise during my eighth grade trip to DC in 1999, which in 2006
felt like an entire lifetime ago. The dress is backless and navy blue
and sparkled, and is actually quite lovely. At
that dance, a girl
in my year wore the most magnificent pink gown covered in little silk
rosebuds. She was from Russia, and had been in
Welcome to the Dollhouse.
She was the first person I knew who wore a thong, which I could see
peeking out from her white capris one morning when I sat behind her in
history class.
Anyway, I love this photo because once I thought that was going to be my life, that every day would be just like that.