Who's That Girl?
One by one, my former classmates showed up to celebrate our 20 year reunion on Saturday night. Nearly everyone had a spouse in hand. I was Shrew-less on this occasion, but I was in good company with my twin brother and his new girlfriend. Before we talked to anyone else, we downed a few beers to get our liquid courage up. I secretly knew that I was going to be fine.
It was amazing how I was able to correctly identify most of my classmates even though twenty years have passed since I last saw them. It was only the rare occasion where I had to ask, "Who is that Girl?" The beautiful hairdos on the females were a stark contrast to the I-don't-want-to-miss-the-bus ten minute hairdos I remembered back in the day.
When the clock struck 8pm, we were all given name tags with our Senior class yearbook photo. Yuck. I looked like a malnourished twerp! Before I could dwell on how I hated my photo, a girl named Chere' approached me and announced that I was her date for the night. (She used to date my twin brother.) Ahem.
The first person I met was my Kindergarten girlfriend. She was sporting "chemically enhanced" blonde hair. She introduced me to her husband and showed me pics of her young boys. She even married a guy that had the same first three letters in his last name as I did! LOL.
Afterwards, I walked up to an Asian friend of mine. He introduced me to his beautiful wife and announced that I was his best friend in High School. Apparently, my memory has become so jaded that I stuffed some good things away. He WAS my best friend in High School! We reminisced how we used to study together in the library and all the times I played basketball at his house. This reunion was turning out to be good for lost memories.
Chere' was back in my arms. Whoops. Did I accidentally ditch her? She made sure that I didn't forget again by keeping her arm intertwined with mine. It was actually okay to have company. Who really wants to go to one of these things alone?
So, we walked around together arm-in-arm meeting others and taking pictures. I probably gave everyone the wrong impression that I am a closeted straight person.
Well, there was that one time on the dance floor where I was scolded for twirling around too many times. My embarrassed brother told me that I was giving myself away!
At that point, his girlfriend screamed... "Let's make a Brett sandwich!" So, here I was bumping and grinding on the dance floor with two girls. I could see the full-mouth-open expression on the faces of my classmates. They were probably saying, "Who IS that Girl?" too.
Originally, I had only planned to spend two hours at the Reunion. I was having so much fun, that five hours passed lickity split. Chere' and I even went to a nearby bar and continued on with our date dancing to a band until midnight! Yep. My Mama and Daddy would have been so proud of their gay son.
The best part of the experience was seeing how much I had changed. I was now armed with social skills. My classmates were able to see the person who I had become. For someone who used to be so quiet (Chere's word was "stuck up"), I was able to show them my true personality. I encourage you all to go to your very next class reunion. You will not regret it.