11 July 2012
last friday i trekked up to evanston for dinner with mr and mrs k.nord.
a katie pyramid might be helpful:
(the other night, when i was explaining the awesomeness of something k.clen and i had done and steven asked, "which katie is she?" then he switched tack and said: "it might just be quicker if you tell me your friends who aren't named katie." it has come to that.)
KJ= the original katie.
k.nord= (who has maybe the most complicated backstory ever) the katie croftie and i met at the media bistro networking event at the apartment and who, it turns out, worked at croftie's company all along and who i didn't hang out with for like three years- during which time she met a man, had a relationship with him and they married- until last november, when we remembered that we love all the same things and made an effort to be friends again. whew.
katie i., aka KTI= my olympic skating partner, pairs division.
k.clen= co-hijinxtress extraordinairre.
that list was très reductive, mind you. très très très. but hopefully it helps distinguish somewhat.
so i went all the way up to evanstan (canada is closer, i think), where we feasted on papa john's (SO GOOD) and spent hours dissecting the weirdnesses of scientology. (btw, you should be reading THIS. all of it. every day. because it is uh-mazing.)
while i was up there in the wilds of evanstan, i realized how incredibly blessed i am to have friendships where a good friday night means chain restaurant pizza and spontaneously renting an episode of australian dateline entitled "scientology: the ex-files."
filed under: friends in the city