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Tuesday, July 20, 2004
Ten Things about June & Me: A Companion Piece to June's “100 Things”: (In honor of her birthday tomorrow) 1. I met her in DC in 1989, when I was fresh out of college and interning at a feminist newspaper collective. Most of the time it was just her & me in that skinny Adams-Morgan office piled high with old copies of the paper. 2. In the office, June turned me on to the typing tutor game on the computer that revolutionized my writing life. I never did beat her high score though. 3. June: dyke about town--her resemblance to Alison Bechdel’s Mo is reportedly more than coincidental--who’d spend hours on the office phone with her friends talking and laughing about all their goings on (although, according to thing #48, she supposedly hates talking on the phone now). Me: new dyke on the scene, still living at home with my mom & brothers, totally starstruck by her life. 4. Those days, June had trouble waking up in the morning and would often amble in even later than sleep-in me. For a while, she was getting acupuncture to help her wake up in the morning. I thought that was the funniest thing ever, second only to the crazy “colon cleansing” diet that she’d try years later. 5. After that summer, June left the US for England & Spain & I left for Sri Lanka. It would be years before we’d see each other again. 6. When I first got to Seattle for grad school in 1995, June was one of the only two people I knew here. She introduced me to her friends Christy & Paloma. Most every weekend for a few years there, you could catch us all together dancing & drinking on the town. 7. I stayed in her apartment one night after a night on the town and got attacked by her cat who June admits in Thing #88 can “be a little aggressive.” Eventually, June took her (I think it is a her) to a pet psychic who told her that the problem was that the cat didn’t like being called “Spanky.” June renamed her “Sukie” to supposedly very good effect. 8. Our raucous dancing & drinking crowd has been reduced to a once-in-a-while meet for a sedate brunch gang. Old age? New girlfriends for us all? New baby for me? Tevo? Who knows, but it’s still darn fun when we all get together. 9. At June’s birthday party last Friday, I was the proud winner of the “who has known June the longest at this party” contest. 10. I love the fact that her parents named her June even though she was born in July (did she oversleep in the womb as well?) |