It’s Christmas tomorrow, which sucks. I don’t remember when I stopped liking it, coz I know I used to like it, but I don’t now, which makes me wonder when the point was that I stopped.
Went to my 10 year reunion last night. It was, surprisingly enough, not too bad. Nobody had changed much. There were still the typical groups, the daggy people at one table, the cool people near the bar, and little cliques dotted here and there around the room. And me and K just floating around between everyone, not really fitting anywhere. The annoying people were still annoying, the hot guys were still hot. I think I had too much makeup on. Poor K had to drag around behind me like a lost dog while I yapped to people I used to be friends with ten years ago about nothing in particular. Most of the conversations were pretty much like this;
Me – (wide smile) hello! How are you?!
Person (returning wide smile) I’m really good! How are you?!
Me – (a little over enthusiastic) Great! What have you been up to?
Person – oh, you know… (proceeds to recap the past ten years in approximately ten seconds) working, I’m engaged, getting married in March 2007, we’ve bought a house, travelled a bit…
Me – (glazed eyes) uh huh…
Person – (after a few minutes) … but I’m glad I tried it though. How about yourself? What do you do?
Me – (response ready) Oh, I’ve been married for about five and a half years, I work for an IT company…
Person – You like it?
Me – (summons unnecessarily fake enthusiasm) yeah I love it! It’s great!
Person – (glazed eyes) cool…
Me – (trails off) yeah…
Person - (glances over shoulder) well I’d better…
Me – (embarrassed at having held them up from something or someone more important) Oh yeah, sure. Nice talking to you! (wide smile again)
Person – you too! Bye
Feeling a bit jaded with skin deep conversations after a while, I spotted an ex boyfriend sitting near the bar. I marched up to him, interrupting his conversation, and talked at him for five minutes about how sorry I was that I hurt him back then, and how I'd always remembered it and felt really bad, and if I could take it back I would, etc etc. Luckily he laughed and told me not to worry about it. Well that was one past guilt dealt with already, and it was only nine o’clock.
I decided to try and find my friend KP who I’d arrived with in the first place. No luck. I thought I’d try outside, where there were a few people hanging around outside the entrance. Upon approaching this group, I realised that the circle they’d formed was to make the passing of a big joint a lot easier. Some things never change, eh. Same people and everything. I spied KP running from across the road where her children were being babysat in a hotel room.
A Sour Faced Girl whom KP had never really gotten on with much turned to me and said “did she just go and put her baby in her car?” Horrified, I replied “of course not! They are staying in the hotel across the road”. Well, I mentioned this comment to KP when she finally came inside, and she was pretty pissed off. “How dare she, what a %$#*ing %@!$ who %$#@ wouldn’t &#!*with a #$%@” etc etc. It was then we realised that SFG’s husband was sitting directly in front of us, listening to every word. Oh well.
More and more drinks were had, particularly by my friend KP, who ended up having it out with SFG about her comments about KP’s parenting skills in true high school style (at the top of their voices in order to be heard above the music). Then KP decided to go and ask The Lesbian of our grade whether or not she thought she was hot. I never did find out what The Lesbian’s response was. Must ask KP. Not that I want to know whether KP is attractive to lesbians, but just out of interest. I wonder if I’m attractive to lesbians? Just out of interest mind you. Anyway, when KP made the loud observation that fat people travel in packs and always seem to be the ones who end up on the dance floor at gatherings, I decided that the drink I was holding would be my last. Picking my way through the group of fat people on the dance floor, I went to see where K had gotten to.
Well naturally we ended up being nearly the last to leave, which always seems to happen at these sorts of things. I hate it, I feel like people must think I’m a desperado who doesn’t have a life usually, but hangs out for occasional gatherings like these to scratch the social itch in my life. Which isn’t true by the way. I have a very rich and varied social life thank you very much. I don’t know where you heard otherwise. Anyway, I’m really glad I went. I would have regretted it if I’d missed it.
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