Guess what I was doing this weekend? Visiting the wonderful world of Nostalgia.
1.People do not change much, relatively speaking. A pair of corollaries demonstrate this:
a.The girl who would have been voted Biggest Flirt (had your school done such shenanigans) would still be elected Biggest Flirt. However, it’s a much more dangerous title now because everyone present is of legal drinking age, and who knows what can happen.
b.The bar/grill/banquet room/picnic shelter/dance floor where the reunion is held resembles your high school cafeteria circa fifteen years ago. The athletes had their reserved tables, and the mortals sat somewhere else. The same is true at the reunion, except the mortals no longer give a rat’s ass about the athletes because the athletes have protruding bellies and receding hairlines. The male ones, too.
2.Inevitably, a drunken guy will shuffle over to the jukebox where you are picking some sweet tunes, and punch in a random number, completely usurping one of your plays.
3.The guy who was the dark horse Prom King candidate turns out to be a lawyer.
4.You will meet people that inspire you, like the person who freelances for a living or the person who is moving to Zambia in, like, two weeks.
5.The B-52’s “Love Shack” will be played at least once on the jukebox. Which is fine. The 25-minute B-side by The Doors is not.
6.Being sober at a function like this is way more fun than the alternative.
7.You realize the popular kid you elected your Class President is not a very good organizer, and thus you should have nominated somebody who had a vision for the future.
8.The guy you had a crush on is no longer as appealing as he was back in 1993.
9.Those of you who attend the reunion realize you should elect a Reunion King and Queen, and preferably, these people should not have gone to your high school.
10.People you haven’t spoken to you for fifteen years will all of a sudden want to sloppily hug you as you leave for the night.