10 Years...

So yeah, not gonna lie.. I'm a little drunk, but that seems the only appropriate way to blog about this, because... tonight was my 10 year high school reunion.

And, amazingly enough, all the shit you would hope happens at a ten year reunion--i.e. people putting aside all the stupid bullshit and just having a good time--actually happened.

 I saw the two girls I really wanted to bitch-slap in high school... and we maintained civil conversation for 5-10 minutes.

The one guy who I truly never wanted to see again straight-up apologized for being such a cocksucker.  I'd been told he'd found god.  I didn't think that would make him nice.  Apparently I was wrong.

I gave the guy who dumped my answering machine in the 7th grade (and then followed me around high school asking why I didn't love him)--who was wearing a name-tag with his twin brother's name--a whole heaplod of shit.. and he took it gracefully and then dogged me for a good portion of the evening.  It kinda sucked watching him with the girl he's apparently now dating, but whatever... it's been 10 years, I can't expect him to pine forever.

The guy I would have killed to even kiss in the 7th grade, who I just barely worked up the nerve to ask to dance at a Middle School Dance, was practically eating out of my palm by the after-party.  Sure, I eventually discovered that he was married-with-child, but I also knew, without doubt, that had I set my mind to it I could have taken him home without hesitation, and that... really... was ALL I needed to know.

And then I got a ride home from a guy of whom my main memory is him leaping off the floor in terror of my friend's rottweiler, while I sat in the middle of the room and said "hey [dog's name], come and give some love!!"  He pretended to  deny it, but we both know it happened.

So yes, high school reunions are bizarrely mixed bags... but highly entertaining none-the-less.

I'm glad I went.