|What a Long, Strange Trip it's Been
||[Jul. 21st, 2002|11:31 am]
|||||Indigo Girls - Uncle John's Band - Deadicated||]|
So, I went to my ten year high school reunion, much to many people's surprise. My parents were the most surprised, when I talked to them yesterday. When they got the invitation, they thought "Oh, there's no way in hell Dave...Kurt will want to go to this, but let's send it to him anyways."
I'm still tired, because I left the reunion around 1:30am, then drove to work and slept in my car (I really wasn't up to driving another 35 minutes in order to drive back 35 minutes on less than 8 hours sleep). So, this entry may be a little more stream of consciousness than usual. But, I have to get my thoughts and memories out while they're fresh.
The first person I saw when I got in was Ilya. Of all of the people in my graduating class, he was the only one that I kept in contact with on a regular basis for any period of time after graduating. We dropped out of contact with each other about five years ago, though. He and I pretty much hung out together most of the night, falling back into our friendship with very little effort. Physically, he's changed a lot. He's balding, and has gained some weight, which makes him look a lot like what I remember of his father. Also, he informed us that he had had a heart attack six months ago. Spontaneous blood clot. Nothing he could have done about it, the doctors tell him. A little disconcerting to have a friend my age that's already had a heart attack. But, then, as I found out, I've already had at least five classmates die, including one drug overdose, one drowning and one shooting.
The other person that I spent the most time with was Amy. Amy was a friend in high school, and we went on one date my senior year (funny story on that, remind me to tell you that later...). It didn't quite work out then, but we dated again when I went off to college (I still vividly remember making out on the grass in front of the drama building...). I can't remember anymore why we stopped going out. Amy mentioned her standing me up, and I stopped calling her after that. I can see myself doing that back then. Expecting her to call me, and being stubborn. She referred to me as "the first guy who broke her heart," which surprised me.
When the music started up, I asked Amy to dance, and we did for a couple of songs, until we realized that the music that was being played sucked...(Man, the music that came out when we were high school blew chunks for the most part.) After a little bit, we went outside and talked for a while. It was very obvious to both of us that there was still an attraction there, and both of us were single. After a couple of hours of our arms around each other chatting, we kissed. A lot. I know for a fact that I broke my PDA Rule, since we got cat calls from some of the other people around, and one "Get a Room!" from Ilya. At the cat calls, I turned to the group and said, "Hey, I'm making up for four years of high school and getting nothing!" Amy is insatiable when it comes to kissing (always was, from what I remember). There was at least one occasion that I was ready to come up for air and resume talking (but, you know, go back to making out later...), but she wouldn't have it. I'm a little embarrassed for myself in hindsight, but it was really nice, and I wouldn't take it back if given the chance. I got Amy's number, and I'm definitely going to call her. She's working for the Air Force right now, stationed at Vandenburg, working in Personell (took a while to get that out of her. Like me, she watched Grosse Point Blank a few times before coming. Kept telling people that she was a "professional killer" for her job.)
Some of the other interesting things from the reunion:
Getting drunken apologies from two of the bullies who made high school hell for me. Especially the apology from Jason. I was standing around with him, and a few other people, and his wife made a joke about the fact that he wasn't in school that often. I joked, "Often enough to make my life hell," and laughed. He was like, "Man. Did I do that? I truly apologize." I explained that it was water under the bridge, and we were all stupid kids back then. But he kept going. I accepted his apology five or six times before he stopped. That was the most awkward moment at the reunion for me.
Seeing how old everyone looked. I still think of myself as young, for the most part. And if you shave the beard off of me, I still look pretty young. A couple of my classmates were in the same boat as me, but the great majority had become much older in the ten years in between. For some, those years had been good to them. Darcy got a visit from the breast fairy once she stopped starving herself. Jocelyn and Jaymee both lost their baby fat. But, then there were people there who I would have assumed were my mother or father's age, if I didn't know I graduated with them...
Realizing how many people knew me. Almost everyone at the reunion remembered me from high school, in one way or another.
How little we actually talked about high school. I always figured that at high school reunions you would spend a lot more time reminiscing about old times. But, most of the time was actually spent talking about our lives today. It would have been nice, and saved a lot of time if we had each gotten a card that said "This is what I currently do for a living, this is where I live, and this is my marriage/kids status."
All in all, I had a great time, and I highly recommend that if you have the opportunity to go to your reunion, you take it.
Oh, and hi Clint! (He told me at the reunion that he's been reading my blog.) Don't forget to leave a comment for me, so I know how to find your journal...