High School Reunion Edition 6

Only 2 months till the high school reunion, and I still haven’t accomplished anything on my to-do list. On the bright side, I’m thinking since the reunion is at the beach, maybe people will be too distracted by the oil encrusted wildlife and crushed economy to notice my crow’s feet. AND, the beach day will probably be canceled. HOORAY! A big thanks to BP and the federal government for their sloppiness and incompetence in making this possible!

In reviewing pictures to send in for the class DVD, I figure I must include my prom picture, ugly as it is:

Well, ah do declare! Ah look like I just left Tara to attend the big dance at yonder plantation.

This dress had layers upon layers of tulle – you should have seen my waffle legs after sitting down for half an hour. I kept it for years but had to give it away when I lived in a one bedroom apartment and had no space (this sucker took up an entire coat closet). That was when I was dating M, and he inquired if I got lucky on my prom night. (Heavens no!) Then yadda, yadda, and I bid the dress adieu.

Prom night was not one of the higher points of my life, as it was another episode of what I would come to know and despise as Irritable Bowel Syndrome. (If you think I’m irritable in general, you don’t even want to think about my cranky bowels.) Spring Break kicked off the next day, and with it some definite highs and lows. I sprained my ankle playing beach volleyball the first day, and had no choice but to medicate with beer for the remainder of the week. (This would be the first of many ankle sprains to come in the next decade, along with breaking my tailbone on 2 occasions. I’m very lithe and graceful.)

My cute date is one of the funniest people I know. We remain friends, and we each adore me. When I cleaned out my basement last year, I found a note from the old days that said he loved me. “YOU LOVE ME! YOU LOVE ME!” I instant-messaged him. To hear him tell it, you’d think I were a high-maintenance, self-centered mess of a woman. Can you imagine? Obviously he is living in denial that he’s still in love with me. Some people just aren’t very self-aware…