High School Reunion

Cinamon told me the ten year reunion was coming up. Ten years?! I say. What has anyone accomplished in ten years? The fat chicks are still fat, the meager skinny boys are still skinny, and I haven't even published my Great American Novel yet!

"Are you going?" I asked.
"I can't," Cinamon replied. "I didn't graduate there, remember? I spent my last year in Rosebud."

Oh yeah.

I don't even know which class I would be put with since I volunteered for summer school to finish up a year early. No, I wasn't a nerd.

I was more of a "nerd"

Cinamon only knows this information because of MySpace. I only recently became a member in an attempt to promote my blog, back in the days when I actually had time to blog on a semi-regular basis.

Though still haven't quite figured out how to fully use MySpace, I do chat with my cousin in Tennessee now and then because of it.

Anyway, some folks from school found Cinamon on MySpace, so that's how she knows. Upon being asked why I didn't know about the ominous ten year reunion, I replied, "I didn't put my full name on the MySpace thing. I didn't want anyone to find me."

It's true. I don't want to get messages with titles like "Waz up?" and comments that say "Stay sweet 4 ever".

I stepped out of Wayne's World and into a world chock full of preppies and cowboys. So, no--I didn't get along with many in high school. I didn't want to be found. So I never entered my last name.

Would I go to my high reunion upon an invite? I dunno. That's a tuffie. I always imagined myself rolling up in a Mercedes Benz or a gigantic limo, with the figure of a movie star (plus ten pounds--I don't like the anorexic look), with the hair and make-up of a movie star.

It's still me. It's still the me that hated most of my classmates. It's still the me that wears baggy pants, although these days it's usually because the waist has stretched out and I refuse to go shopping. It's still the me that loves comics books and rock n' roll music.

I have nothing to prove to these people! I'm proud to be blue collar and an eBay seller. I'm proud that I don't have six kids swinging off my belt. I'm proud that I've never been on government aid!!

I have a savings account! And a mortgage!

Maybe I'll go after all. Maybe I'll get all dressed up in my Funeral Slacks, pop my head in the door and go:

Nanner, nanner, nanner!

and then just run out.

I might even trade up my Funeral Slacks for one of those Romy and Michelle type dresses.