Day 310: The reunion

So here I sit… again…. at my second high school reunion in 2 years. Same high school, same people, just a different year.

I am here to support the Glamour Girl. We are just a year apart, and in my tiny hometown a lot of people from our class ended up married to people in this class. So I was hanging with a lot of the same crowd from last year.

She was fine, just like I knew she’d be, so I sat back and chatted with some of my former classmates… once they recognized me.

In high school, I had curly brown hair and glasses, now I try to straighten my hair which is now blonde to try to ‘camoflage’ the gray and I don’t wear glasses anymore. It doesn’t sound very drastic but when you haven’t seen someone in 20 years it can be hard to recoganize the face.

As I looked around I could see all the familiar cliques starting to form… again. While everyone has grown up, some things never change.

I understand some of that is natural, but here, it’s absolutely out of control. Everyone seems to want to re-hash it all, instead of taking a trip down memory lane, and quite frankly I’m over it.

At one point, one of my friends posted a picture of me on facebook, and a classmate who wasn’t able to make it in from out of state wrote back asking if I was in town. She proceeded to tell the small group we were talking to that he had a crush on me and kept asking if he could marry me last year. Perfect. the only problem is… he’s gay.

One of the guys from my class looked at me confused? So I quickly responded with ‘now if only I could get a straight man to think that way!’ I had to come up with something to ease the awkwardness.

This is why class reunions are a bad idea. I know a lot of people can find someone at events like this but here… its a different story.

Before I left, a few of my friends said ‘maybe you’ll meet someone’. A lot of them were the same people that said the same thing last year when I came home. I swear if I hear one more person say that to me I’m going to throw them off a cliff.

I tried to explain to them what this world is all about because they have no concept, and most people don’t unless they have lived it.

You can’t equte being from a small town to any other experience. The cliques continue long past high school, and everyone is in everyone elses business.

A lot of the people I went to school with dated each other in high school and got married. Some of them also got divorced (a few times) and then remarried each other’s spouses… so its got kind of a round table of wife swap going on.

I don’t know how this type of behavior can continue, because in a few more generations everyone will be related somehow.

The people here are lovely, genuine, and deep down good people, but they don’t have a lot of ambition. Most stay close to home, and that’s just not for me.

The closest major city to my hometown where I could work is 80 miles away, and most of the jobs these people hold are not things that can be done in the ‘big city’.

Don’t get me wrong I love it here, I just couldn’t live here.

As the night started to draw to a close, I look over and see my brother walking into the bar with a girl.

I assume this must be his new girlfriend. In all my years I’ve never known him to have a serious girlfriend, so this was a new experience for me. I’d heard some casual conversations with her name thrown into it, but nothing was ever said about her being his girlfriend.

I think to myself.. so… here we go! I wave to him and he comes over, a short time later, she comes over and introduces herself. We chat briefly, and I determine she seems nice… nice enough for my brother? At first inspection… I’ll give her the ok.

Honestly, as long as he’s happy, we’re all happy. That’s just kind of how we operate.


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