For those who don't know, there is a rather nice pool/darts bar on 2nd Ave in Nashville called Buffalo Billiards. It is where my 20th high school reunion (great googly moogly.. it actually hurt to type that.. oh well) was held, and a good time was actually had by most everyone.
I was approached by people who I have literally not seen in 20 years and hugged like a long-lost relative. Most of the people have grown up now and have let go of all the high school picky "you bitch" crap; it's pretty useless by now anyway. We all have kids and don't want them to go through all that smak, but they will anyway. They have to, it's a rite of passage.
Cathy, Steve, Denise, Althea, Clarence, Missy, Emily, Kim, Shaun. The last one is a purty boy, as Darling Hubby said. Metrosexual to the core, and always has been.
Cathy is the girl who drew her claws down my right thigh when she was pissed off at me in 2nd grade, funny now but hurt like hell at the time. (We hung out all friggin night, in the pool room with her husband, Darling Hubby, and about six other people.) Steve was one of the ones who used to torment me in 3rd & 4th grade; he actually has an autistic sister, and we spent a good 30 minutes explaining to Cathy exactly what Asperger's was. (heh. he's bald and has a goatee, but is a writer and thinks nothing of having a CBS producer call him at home while he's yelling at his kids to shut up in the background. Hysterical.)
Althea was my best friend in school; Denise and Missy were party girls and still are. Emily is still a nice girl. Clarence and Kim were the only 2 band people besides myself that I saw. One of the funniest parts of the night was me, Emily, Denise, and Steve sitting on an antique couch looking at fargin ELEMENTARY school pictures that Denise had brought trying to figure out who everyone was. Damn, I'm getting old.
Missy was one that I always admired, because she was one of the cool girls that everyone liked and got along with; I was hoping to run into her, actually. She complimented me on how I looked, and that I looked very happy. Well, um, yeah, I am actually... :) That really meant a lot, coming from her.
Basically, I had much more fun at this one than at the the 10year reunion one, but it's pretty much the same thing all over again; an excuse for the jocks and cheerleaders to get drunk, and everyone else to laugh when they threw up all over their shoes. Only now, they're FAT. snort.
p.s. I went to school with Big Joe on the Go from WKRN Channel 2; yes, he's as useless as he always was. Also, Greg Morris The Proprietor of Buffalo Billards graduated with me. Wouldn't know me from Adam, probably, but it's a good thing.
