from the vault of my memory
My last year at KU I lived in Sunflower House, which was very much a hippy haven. I loved it, it was where I really came into my own. It was two old house tacked together by a middle passageway made, it seemed of posterboard and duck tape. There were lots of old couches, mildew and some dying house plants. Yes, also pot smoking, which I wanted to like more than I really did. It smelled of patchouli and shoes and paint. We had communal dinners in the basement. There were people with names like Spring and Tahoma. Lots of people involved in feminist groups, environmental groups, and oddly, the math graduate program. We ended our marathon house meetings with "Long live the revolution!" Never mind that most of us didn´t know what the revolution was...I think I have a better understanding now.
One of my best friends there was a guy named Alvaro, a flaming bisexual from Costa Rica. He loved talking to me about orgies and open relationships, all in broken english. He could speak better than he admitted, but his accent was his lure. No...I never was remotely tempted to sleep with him or do anything he told me about, just put that out of your heads. I´m more conservative than it seems.
So, that spring, who should he bring to one of our meals(probably tofu cacciatore of tempeh loaf), but Julie Sellers. I was floored. She was working on a graduate degree in Spanish at KU, and somehow had become friends with him. It was cool to see her again.
It was around that time that I would see Suzanne and Catherine as well. We never talked that much, but one of them told me that Decker had been born.
Where are those two?
One of my best friends there was a guy named Alvaro, a flaming bisexual from Costa Rica. He loved talking to me about orgies and open relationships, all in broken english. He could speak better than he admitted, but his accent was his lure. No...I never was remotely tempted to sleep with him or do anything he told me about, just put that out of your heads. I´m more conservative than it seems.
So, that spring, who should he bring to one of our meals(probably tofu cacciatore of tempeh loaf), but Julie Sellers. I was floored. She was working on a graduate degree in Spanish at KU, and somehow had become friends with him. It was cool to see her again.
It was around that time that I would see Suzanne and Catherine as well. We never talked that much, but one of them told me that Decker had been born.
Where are those two?
posted by Hannah at 11:45 AM
7 Comments:
tofu cacciatore... um...
is that actually "GOOD"?
yeah, where ARE Suzanne and Catherine! i miss them!!!!
Suzanne is married with one baby almost 2 years old. Oddly enough she married a manly man who now runs a gun shop. She almost has her masters in some Kineseolgy field and at times seems to struggle to find herself.
Catherine is married w/two teenage stepkids. Her huband is not as nice of a man as I would like to see her with. She is currently serving in the National Guard at fort Riley and LOVES it. And her job, unlike her husband, suits her well.
Jen, could i get their email addresses, please? I'd really love to get back in touch with them!!!!
The National Guard does seem a good fit somehow. :)
Talk about 'from the vault of memory!' I seem to remember Julie telling me about Alvaro! I think she did an impression of him that was rather funny. She was the one, by the way, who once told me "The world spins many times" saying. She is teaching at U of WY at Laramie, divorced. I think we exchange Xmas cards and that's about it now. And you know that I met her through Jen? (well, sorta --Julie and I had been in Sound of Music when I was 6) AND I remember a Ren Fest with Jen and Julie, before Jen and I started hanging with you all. I have pics of that dang Robin Hood show....
*cue sound of that vault closing for now*
I remember Mom saying you were all watching Caberet over at your house one night and how it might be a little adult for the twins at that time.
As for Julie and Lesley, sometimes I disliked the fact that they got on better than Julie and I did. Which I got over. Friends are for sharing, not for hoarding. ;)
cabaret? at my house? no doubt... ALLLLL THE GOOD STUFF HAPPENS AT THE VARENHORST HOME... :)
i remember i was feeling down in the dumps... my mom decided to throw a pity party for me... suzanne and catherine came over and had me laughing in no time. :)
it was awesome.
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