High School Reunion.

This is so two months ago, but I seem to be a bit slow to roll these days.

Anyway.

High school reunion.

I'm not sure why I went. I didn't want to go. I think it was the peer pressure. It's ridiculous to think that ten years after graduating, peer pressure exists. My friend thought it would be fun. I talked her out of it. She seemed okay with not going and then I figured, why not go. We both underwent butterfly morphing in the past ten years, might as well show off?? And so we decided to go. And then we decided we didn't want to go. But we had already spent $30 on tickets and how can you spend thirty dollars on something and not show up???

Well, usually the Pineapple of Politeness, I somehow had no filter that night, let me tell you. I think I was just super nervous for some unknown reason. I had a fine high school experience. I had fun and was on teams and didn't totally hate life. But I was still so damn nervous. I walked into the joint and immediately announced that I'm back home living with my parents. THING NUMBER ONE THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO DISCUSS, I already have brought up, CHECK. Then came the rambling, of course. "Well, I was living in Brooklyn but then blah blah and my parents are cool but you know what I mean? Do you have any kids? Cats? You're married? Nice. Yes, this is awkward. You look basically the same, aging like a good wine. Did you see blah blah? Kind of blew up huh?  Hmm. Nothing has happened to you? Not in ten years? Well, I've got stories...Let's see..." And then, to fill in the awkward points, I discuss multiple other things on my DO NOT DISCUSS LIST. For instance, the time I was accused of counterfeiting bills (totally innocent!!!!!!!). And then came the comments like, "You're really not that bad!" Yes, I told people to their face that they really are not that bad.

And after I was over catching up aka rambling about nonsense, I quit the chit-chat and just started yelling out names. Literally. Adam Santos walks by. I yell "ADAM SANTOS!" He turns. I say, "I remembered your name! Score!" He laughs. I dismiss him. This happens, oh twelve more times. No biggie.

When I wasn't yelling people's names or blurting out crazy talk, I spent time trying to figure out why I liked one of my former crushes who was sporting a letter jacket and khaki pants. Terrible.

Anyway, long story still semi-long, if you have a high school reunion coming up, go! You can tell people that they aren't that bad after all to their faces!