Such a perfect day
We are now upon the eve of the reunion. There are/were some events going on today but I opted to bow out of them, because I wouldn't be bothered with some of it. I was never one for bowling and a happy hour could be found at any other bar I could attend. I saw a lot of posts on Facebook from those who are there, and I am rather surprised by the amount of people that showed up. Quite honestly, I had no idea who would or would not be showing up other than the usual suspects. Earlier this week I ran into a gal who I attended (two years younger than me) with who also lives in Tremont at the coffee shop, I said I was going to it that weekend. J said to me that she felt like she never belonged there, as she spent much of her time away doing other things, I said I felt the same. She asked why I was going, I said I wasn't sure. I've had much time to think about it, truth be told I still don't know. The food? Who knows. J said she didn't have much in common with those she went to her high school class with, and I feel the same. I have often times wondered what I did have then and do have now, what will I say? I've been to the pyramids of Egypt and the fjords of Norway. Ok, that's unique. Tell them I broke the nose of an Egyptian hotel employee and threatened to stab him with a fork? No, better not tell that story. Don't do my bounty hunting work for a while and see how it feels? I shouldn't comment on that at all, should I?
Instead of going to the Friday night activities, I went to Tremont and hung out with my dudes at the neighborhood coffee shop, because I always like hanging out with them. CR was there in all his neck, hand, and arm tattooed glory sharing his tales about his rather hilarious life. JZ was there without his fourteen year old son, who he doesn't seem to mind hearing all the nasty stories here and there. And, of course, M. This is what it's all about, sitting here on a spring/summer evening, enjoying some beverages here and there, talking about whatever it is that we feel like talking about. I told them that I may not be bringing a spouse and/or kids with me, but I promise them that I am the only one bringing a handsome fake trophy husband with me. They were impressed, and I am as well.
What will I say to my fellow classmates when I am presented with them again? "I am a pet psychiatrist?" "I lead a weekend woman's group?" "I knit?" That's what they probably all do at some point or another. I should say to each of them "You haven't changed a bit", but I am sure some of them have, haven't they? Maybe it's a sense of mortality, a fear of death. Not really, I've had many brushes with death and I've come back a few times. Time is catching up of course, are there fences to be mended? No, not really. I have no beef with any of them, truly. Perhaps it was summed up best in the movie Gross Point Blank when John Cusack, a hit man, got an invite to go to his ten year reunion and his sister (in real life, not in the movie) playing the receptionist at the agency where he works said it best. She was encouraging him to go, he asked why it is that she took such an interest in this. She said "I just find it interesting that you came from somewhere." And here is the place I come from.
If nothing else, I will get to show C where I came from, as it's completely new to him. A perfect day.
Instead of going to the Friday night activities, I went to Tremont and hung out with my dudes at the neighborhood coffee shop, because I always like hanging out with them. CR was there in all his neck, hand, and arm tattooed glory sharing his tales about his rather hilarious life. JZ was there without his fourteen year old son, who he doesn't seem to mind hearing all the nasty stories here and there. And, of course, M. This is what it's all about, sitting here on a spring/summer evening, enjoying some beverages here and there, talking about whatever it is that we feel like talking about. I told them that I may not be bringing a spouse and/or kids with me, but I promise them that I am the only one bringing a handsome fake trophy husband with me. They were impressed, and I am as well.
What will I say to my fellow classmates when I am presented with them again? "I am a pet psychiatrist?" "I lead a weekend woman's group?" "I knit?" That's what they probably all do at some point or another. I should say to each of them "You haven't changed a bit", but I am sure some of them have, haven't they? Maybe it's a sense of mortality, a fear of death. Not really, I've had many brushes with death and I've come back a few times. Time is catching up of course, are there fences to be mended? No, not really. I have no beef with any of them, truly. Perhaps it was summed up best in the movie Gross Point Blank when John Cusack, a hit man, got an invite to go to his ten year reunion and his sister (in real life, not in the movie) playing the receptionist at the agency where he works said it best. She was encouraging him to go, he asked why it is that she took such an interest in this. She said "I just find it interesting that you came from somewhere." And here is the place I come from.
If nothing else, I will get to show C where I came from, as it's completely new to him. A perfect day.
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