I am the one with the big hair and fake tan.
My 20th High School reunion is this weekend.
I didn’t enjoy my 10th: I helped to plan it and the process was so exhausted by the time of the event I didn’t even have any fun. (This was back in ancient times when reunions weren’t planned on the internet. Just try to imagine that, I dare you.)
I got there and was like meh. There were a couple of people I really enjoyed seeing, some people I could have lived without seeing ever again in my life, and the people I really really wanted to see were living in Europe or busy saving the planet. Then there was the awkward, OMG so where are you living now? Across town, you? Oh, we should do lunch sometime, what’s your phone number?
Even though I have a date lined up for this weekend, I am just dreading it a little bit. My best friends didn’t go to the same high school, or were in a different class, so I don’t have a deep connection with most of the people that will be there. I hate small talk, I hate saying things I don’t mean ("let’s do lunch” and so forth).
20 years later and really, who gives a shit? College, sure. I spent an hour on the phone with a college buddy this afternoon, that shit’s for life. But high school?
I talked with my date who is supposed to be here on Thursday and he sort of feels the same, we haven’t heard of anybody much beyond each other that we’re psyched to see, and if that’s the case, why not just do a trip to meet up another time, when it’s about something we both really want to do?
Anyway, I’ll probably change my mind, maybe show up for the first night at least, but the second night (the one that costs $$$) I am 99% sure I’ll skip even though I have a cute new dress and could have a really cute date. Seriously, that’s just how much I am loathing to go.
Maybe it’s a self-esteem thing deep down, I dunno. I should go, huh, I’d have fun. Meh. Whatev, I’ll keep you posted.
