2000-04-28 10:32:31 (all of today's links will open in a new window, so click on them without fear that they will interrupt the flow of the story. that's the last thing I want.) this young lady, who I read a bunch of, emailed me this morning and in that email referred to herself as a loyal follower. which is very nice and of course i do like the Email. but loyal follower? come now, don't let's be coy. that makes me feel wierd. the pressure!!!! but i'm glad she said that because I wasn't sure what i wanted to write this morning and it reminded me of another good anecdote which I cannot believe i haven't told you yet, DAIRY!!!!!! "loyal follower??" that reminds me that I never told you about the Kevinettes!!!! this is a wierd fucking true story. i was not a dramaweenie in highschool. i was a musicdork. not totally a band dork, although I was in band, and I did play the bass drum and have to slap it around with a big mallet and march down the street in an itchy blue uniform, but i ONLY in band for ONE YEAR, SO LET ME LIVE ME LIFE. anyways, so, NOT a banddork, totally, no. but a musicdork. i was in "bands." i had a "mullet," as you know. all that is to say that I was never in the plays that the town drama groups put on, but i was always in the pit. I played piano, and it wasn't a bad gig, and i was pretty damn good at it too, so shut up about it. every summer the town play-putting-on-group, yes it WAS called "Creative Experiences," put on a big play that involved all manner of highschool drama weenies and hundreds of little kids, etc etc. there are 10 million annoying stories i could tell about this part of my life, but I'm going to concentrate on the one that's actually amusing and not annoying. incidentally, this is the very same local drama group that gave amy brenneman her start. you may remember her from NYPD Blue, or from Daylight, or from Judging Amy. Amy Brenneman is my hometown's ONE claim to fame. how's that. anyways, holy fuck and I digressing today. should I even bother continuing? probably. this group would put on a big show each summer stop. at the end of each summer there would be a big outdoor picnic party for the entire cast and crew stop. this is what I actually wanted to tell you about stop. AT these picnics, out in the sun with the picnice tables and the dads working the barbecues and the kids running around throwing ice at each other, it was a tradition to have a softball game. I hated softball and I never wanted to play. I whined a lot in high school anyway, so it's not like anyone would have particularly WANTED me on their team anyways, but whatev. so I would never play the stupid softball game, and I thought softball was stupid, so I tried to convince other kids not to play either. I tried to convince as many kids as possible that is was not cool to play softball. it was, in fact, much cooler to stand on the sidelines and heckle the people playing. thus a third team was born: the Kevinettes. and I didn't make that name up, either, they started calling themselves that. I recruited two girls. Tina Nobile, and Emily Santostefano. I was in 11th grade, they were probably in 6th or 7th. and we would stand on the sidelines and yell things like "pitcher's got a big butt." real classy stuff. anti-cheerleading. they did some cartwheels too. light tumbling, that sort of thing. but the best part was the cheer. the Kevinettes Cheer, which THEY made up, I swear to godliness, and I just really really enjoyed. because there were only 3 of us, and we wanted to recruit more kevinettes, so this was the cheer, the rallying cry: "Be a Kevinette! It's Fun!! It's great!! It's cool!! WE LOVE IT!!!!!!" be still my beating ego. you haven't lived until you've had a prepubescent cheerleading squad named after you. you may think you've lived, but you haven't. you? you have not lived. there's not a lot I really enjoyed about high school, believe me. and a lot of times throughout highschool, you think: "I'm doing this, and I think I like it, but actually I probably don't." but the Kevinettes. holy moly. that was a good time. the Kevinettes lasted for two summers. I wish I could do a Where Are They Now for the Kevinettes, but sadly I do not know what became of them. I think Tina started smoking in junior high and became a Bad Girl. Emily wanted to be a famous singer like Madonna when she grew up. here's to the Kevinettes, wherever they may roam. k thank you very much & credits music: |
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