2007-11-25
I was trying my hardest to avoid the ten year reunion but then it was being held in the bar below my house, and my friend called me and begged me to come for a moment, so I did. My old friendemy bought me a beer, I couldn't have cared less about the whereabouts of most of the class, but the thing that I felt most of all was this feeling of total elation that high school no longer mattered and that people were getting squishy, and losing hair, and growing taller and looking like men, and I felt totally at peace with all of it. My friend was saying she was embarrassed to say she worked at Marshall's and I was like, "You are an awesome person and your place of employ has nothing to do with your value as a human, lady." And the friendemy was insulting the photo of her on the last copy of our high school paper and I was poo pooing her, and almost went over the edge and said, "Damn girl, you are and remain smokin." Because that is how I felt most of all, thank god to be out of that stage of loathing for reasons of cheerleading and social stratifications. Everyone was beautiful and we were old and some of us gave up the dream of being weathermen and became high school science teachers, and some of us are likely real estate agents, and some of might have been looking for love...who knows? I kept saying, "Yeah, I live upstairs." and then pointing upstairs. That made me feel extra cool and also extra badass. Then I went upstairs and communed with my dog. I couldn't have imagined a better outcome.