Mostly Facebook is useless; occasionally it's awesome. This
evening, I saw this: a photo from my college graduation, Pacific Northwest
College of Art 1994, inexplicably on the front of a publication from 2001 about
children's mental health. Ok? The bizarre aspect is that it was posted by the
boyfriend of a college friend whom I've only met once a few years ago and he
recognized me in this photo from almost 20 years ago while looking at archives
(I think he's studying to be a psychologist?).
That dress was emerald green, Pantone's 2013 color of the
year, my watch was a pine green Fossil, that purse was lime green Esprit and what
looks like a smartphone in my hand was a pack of Export A cigarettes, probably
red. I was drunk from earlier in the evening. I broke up with my live-in boyfriend after a party that night. Next
to me was my friend Kristin, who was close to 30 because I went to a weirdo
college where the average age was 25 and I graduated with about 25 students,
and next to her is Mark, who I wasn't that close to but am now good friends in
Brooklyn with his girlfriend at that time.