Not that anyone has missed me tragically (hellooo, no posts, my blog is the unpopular kid from high school.)
Speaking of high school, just attended my husband's 10 year high school reunion. Not a totally horrible night- probably aided by the open bar for those who needed/ wanted it. (I admit to glancing wistfully at it a couple of times- mostly during those awkward, no-one-will-talk-to-us moments.)
I leaned over to Hubby at one point during dinner and asked him if we had ended up at a table full of people who were much more popular than he was in high school. (Not that it matters to me at all, but just for information's sake and to understand the potential awkwardness of the dinner that was stretching before us.) He didn't miss a beat when he replied, "Oh, yeah."
It was a strange night. Some people wandered around with their Christmas card photos attached to their plastic necklace nametags, so they could easily showcase their kids/ spouse/ dog. It was like watching an old western: the battle of the soccer mom quickdraw. ( I mock and tease, but deep down I know I may easily end up like that in a few years.)
After the "party" started to wind down, I looked to my handsome husband for his take on the whole evening. He was in a daze, and replied when I asked him what he thought of it all, his only reply was, "Weird." (And he literally did not stop saying it until we got home.)
I wonder if the strange and awkward night was made so only because of my cute Hubby's fairly antisocial high school self (he was in a band) and it was manifesting itself ten years later? Or are all 10 year reunions destined to be a strange, almost naked-in-public-dream like evening? I'll have to either sneak into another one and do some research or wait another five years until my own 10 year to see if I will end up muttering incredulously, "weird," all the way home.
