Midway through the game, we were chatting away and arguing over answers when a tall guy with tattoos came over to our table. "Excuse me," he said, "I don't mean to bother you, but did you go to Palm Springs High School?"
After the initial shock wore off, I responded that I did. Next question: "Did you hang out with Linda?" Yes... this is getting creepy. The guy said, "I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name is Nathaniel and I used to go by..."
"Knickerbocker!?!?!" Now I remember. He had been kind of a squirrely punk rock kid, and much shorter than he currently is. Dude must have grown an entire foot taller in the last decade. I apologized for not recognizing him. He told me I look exactly the same, and remembered that I used to be a Riot Grrrl. Have I mentioned that my high school is more than 1,000 miles from here? The world is a small place indeed.
Here's a photo of me, complete with official Riot Grrrl haircut and Sleater-Kinney t-shirt, from almost exactly 10 years ago. Do I really still look the same?
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