So long, Katie Kill!

PHOTO by FEVER DRAGON

There are nights when the Que Sera lights up like a fantastic house party—sweaty shoulders brushing up against one another, cool beers pressed to headbanded foreheads on the dance floor—and there are nights when the bar just feels like home, full stop. Sunday was one of these quieter evenings, a joyous send off (with DJs Elle Jay, Billgazer and Lithuanian Prince) for longtime Que booker and community-champion-at-large Katie Kill, headed to Nashville, Tenn., to pursue songwriting and, one hopes, spread a little bit of the nighttime loveliness she fostered here in Long Beach. At the bar, Rambo ruled the TV screen with a rat-tat-tat while friends hugged Katie—already looking a Nashville doll in a white, sky-blue embroidered tunic and boots—goodbye, and careful eyes in the room spotted a funny hand-written sign taped on the wall: “Ass, grass or cash 4 the road.” In a scene where male bookers and deejays far outnumber females, Katie and Co.—all present and accounted for Sunday—formed a network of female nightlife fixtures that will continue to exist long after her wheels roll past the Nevada border. “I’m proud that I proved to myself that whatever you think about doing—it just happens,” Katie said the following day during a brief, impromptu exit interview. “Things I wanted to do—I manifested them! I lived the life I wanted to live.”

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