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I won't be going to Paula's Midsummer tonight--I can barely keep my eyes open, and desperately need to go home. And sleep.
Yesterday Katie, one of my co-workers at Lazard (she's the one mentioned in this post), Leslie (another Lazard worker) and I were talking about her middle and high school experiences (inspired by my having seen Mean Girls). I talked about when Sue McLaughlin, Pam Philbrick, Kim Boucher et al. cut me off without a word because I'd supposedly called Beth Dooley a druggie (the absolute worst insult at Milford Middle School. It's funny, we never called each other whore or slut ike they do nowadays, we'd intimate they were into drugs). I swore up and down I hadn't, passed notes, etc.--didn't help a bit. I was persona non grata for several months, until I became friends with Liz Godfrey and Cammie Marcella and sat at their table, which actually was an upward move socially. Of course since I was on the basketball team, that mitigated some of the intense pressure--I had a certain number of built-in friends because of that. Whether or not we actually hung out, I knew those girls, many of whom were THE popular girls in school like Cathy Burbee and Kim Stetson, respected me.
I also had outside friends; my friend Hope McCaleb went to a Catholic school in Nashua, and Kelly Gaidmore was two years behind me. Plus I had my friends from Virginia--Laura Baird, Sharon Chase Beth Rothgeb.
It's interesting, Leslie said upon hearing this, "See, you were one of the popular kids in your school, I wasn't like that." I don't think I was. I really don't think I was--I had some standing, because I was an athlete and in the honors classes but I was waaaay too much of a social geek to be considered popular in the sense that I had status, or that anyone emulated me. But--I did have a lot of girl friends, because I could make them laugh.
Anyway, Katie also performed at The Lost Colony, an outdoor drama in North Carolina. We were there at different times--I did it '89-'91, and she was there in '93. And we were both in Madrigals. We were singing the madrigals we did in the real estate office, like
The silver swan
Who living had no note
When death approached unlock'd her silent throat
Leaning her breast agaist the reedy shore
Thus sung her first and last and sung no more
and
Fair Phyllis, I saw sitting all along
Feeding her flocks near to the mountain side
The shepherds knew not, they knew not whither she was gone
But after her lover, her lover, but after her lover
Amyntas hied!
God, I love singing madrigals. That kind of music is so...nourishing. It speaks to my Anglo-Saxon soul.
Yesterday Katie, one of my co-workers at Lazard (she's the one mentioned in this post), Leslie (another Lazard worker) and I were talking about her middle and high school experiences (inspired by my having seen Mean Girls). I talked about when Sue McLaughlin, Pam Philbrick, Kim Boucher et al. cut me off without a word because I'd supposedly called Beth Dooley a druggie (the absolute worst insult at Milford Middle School. It's funny, we never called each other whore or slut ike they do nowadays, we'd intimate they were into drugs). I swore up and down I hadn't, passed notes, etc.--didn't help a bit. I was persona non grata for several months, until I became friends with Liz Godfrey and Cammie Marcella and sat at their table, which actually was an upward move socially. Of course since I was on the basketball team, that mitigated some of the intense pressure--I had a certain number of built-in friends because of that. Whether or not we actually hung out, I knew those girls, many of whom were THE popular girls in school like Cathy Burbee and Kim Stetson, respected me.
I also had outside friends; my friend Hope McCaleb went to a Catholic school in Nashua, and Kelly Gaidmore was two years behind me. Plus I had my friends from Virginia--Laura Baird, Sharon Chase Beth Rothgeb.
It's interesting, Leslie said upon hearing this, "See, you were one of the popular kids in your school, I wasn't like that." I don't think I was. I really don't think I was--I had some standing, because I was an athlete and in the honors classes but I was waaaay too much of a social geek to be considered popular in the sense that I had status, or that anyone emulated me. But--I did have a lot of girl friends, because I could make them laugh.
Anyway, Katie also performed at The Lost Colony, an outdoor drama in North Carolina. We were there at different times--I did it '89-'91, and she was there in '93. And we were both in Madrigals. We were singing the madrigals we did in the real estate office, like
The silver swan
Who living had no note
When death approached unlock'd her silent throat
Leaning her breast agaist the reedy shore
Thus sung her first and last and sung no more
and
Fair Phyllis, I saw sitting all along
Feeding her flocks near to the mountain side
The shepherds knew not, they knew not whither she was gone
But after her lover, her lover, but after her lover
Amyntas hied!
God, I love singing madrigals. That kind of music is so...nourishing. It speaks to my Anglo-Saxon soul.