Sunday, March 16, 2008
Silver Hair and UFO's
Okay, now I remember why I never went to high school reunions before.
DH and I arrived at the reunion site, and I began to look around for my freshman college roommate—she had signed the guest list, so I knew she was there somewhere. Meanwhile, I scanned the room for familiar faces.
There were none.
Oh, wait--I did see one person, Richard, who resembled his younger self. My roomie said he could shed light on where another friend, Marion Turnipseed, was.
TS: Richard, I'm sure you don't remember me . . .
Richard: Sure I do—your hair was more silver last time I saw you.
TS: Richard, I'm a natural blonde.
Richard: Are you still selling real estate?
TS: I, uh--
Actually, I think the room was full of people, each of whom knew two or three other people, and all were trying to figure out who the rest were.
There were a couple of reasons for this. First, the event was a combined reunion for two neighboring high schools, each of which had a senior class of several hundred people. There were maybe eighty to a hundred people, total, at the reunion.
Second, as I started to calculate how many years had passed since I had seen any of these individuals, I realized why I didn't recognize any of them. And now I was also depressed.
And then there was the food, or UFO's, as I called them (Unidentifiable Food Objects). They made school cafeteria food seem like fine dining. As best we could figure, the menu consisted of:
Breaded Minced Fried Shrimp Parts (I denied finding any shrimp)
Creamy Meatballs Sans Meat
Pigs in a Blanket without the Blanket
DH and I took turns trying to guess what the food objects were.
TS: What is this little curly thing?
DH: I think it's mostly breading.
TS: What's inside this little round object?
DH: I'm not sure—is it meat?
TS: Is it a vegetable?
DH: Is it—
TS: A mushroom?
DH That's it! Let's go out for sushi.
The Big Money we paid must have gone to the band. Yikes.
Visiting with my old roommate was fun. It turns out that she lives in a town that I happen to visit a couple of times a month, so we exchanged contact info and planned to get together. And I did discover the whereabouts of my other friend, Marion Turnipseed.
Mostly, though, I remembered how great it was to escape high school.