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30th Reunion Notes: The “I met a strange lady, she made me nervous. She took me in and gave me breakfast tacos.” Party Mix

April 16th, 2018 · 11 Comments · Daily

The reunion started at 700 on Saturday evening. When I pulled into the lot (more than slightly late), my little sidekick who I like to call Immobilizing Anxiety begged me to stay in the car “for just one more song.” So I did. And then I did again. BUT because I’m the luckiest person I know, I was soon able to get in touch with three friends who were up for kicking off the night at a bar two buildings down.

Less than five minutes later, I was sitting behind a few of these. (Not all were for me. Don’t make assumptions, Sporty.)

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Less than ten minutes after that, we were reunion bound once again.

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(“Just what the doctor ordered!” said someone who uses the idioms that I’m trying to avoid like rattlesnakes.)

Reunion Observations:
1. Although everyone in the room is staring into the mouth of a half century on Earth, every single person looked amazing and happy and energetic and the vibe made me want to hug more than five people SO I DID.

2. I stayed for only two and a half hours, and I didn’t get a chance to talk to everyone. Ah, but I *DID* get a chance to eat all the cauliflower on which I could get my hands, grammar fans. I wish I would have stayed longer. More cauliflower. More conversation.

3. I didn’t recognize probably one out of every fifteen people there. They could have been spouses or crashers or people named “Steven Enigma from your sixth hour study hall!” I have no idea, but I’m glad they were there.

4. More than one person is retired. Like, retired retired. Not yet eligible for AARP, yet playing golf and (perhaps) listening to Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass. (Isn’t that what retired people do? It’s definitely what I will do.)

5. Several people mentioned that they love their job, which is so refreshingly unusual. (I really should create some Venn diagrams to summarize what I learned about specific people and humanity in general, but why would I do that when I should be packing for Ohio?)

6. I do regret being a bit of an outsider during my high school years. (Much more of a Ponyboy than a Cherry, really.) Is there an expiration date on regret? I really don’t have many.

Top Three Regrets:

  • Spending so much time hiding behind a piano and a journal during my high school years. Those activities led to a scholarship, but they didn’t lead to many invitations.
  • Taking the ACT for someone when I was in college. (I know. I KNOW. It was a horrible situation that ended even more horribly.)
  • Spray painting the word Scrotum under a bridge.

7. I had a wonderful conversation with someone I used to see throughout the week and again on Sundays, and he shared a memory with me that involved television and sex, which sounds so much dirtier than it was. I didn’t remember anything about the story he told, but I spent time yesterday opening some of the file cabinets in my head, and there it was. (By establishing space for this event in my head, I probably forgot how to slice a banana without touching it. Only time will tell.)

8. This isn’t really an observation, but I think I need to tell you that I didn’t go with the original outfit I had chosen. Instead, I went with my favorite look, which I like to call Asian-Inspired Vintage-Necklace-Wearing Badass. (I’ve never really called it that, except for right now. It probably won’t stick.) The outfit is actually fairly mundane, so I’ve decided to show it to you along with the very NOT mundane veggie breakfast tacos I ate in Denver a few years back.

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Shredded potatoes with eggs and cheese and that tomato stuff I love but can’t remember the name of right now and it’s all thrown onto mini tortillas?! Also, black linen tunic with jeans, Doc Martens, a leather tape measure bracelet because you never know, and a necklace my mom used to wear to parties in the 70s?! Yes. And yes.

9. My last move of the night was handing someone a fork filled with blue cake icing. (Do you fill a fork? Can you fill something that has tines? Tines, right? God, this would be so much easier if there had been spoons on that table.)

10. I was embarrassed by my own behavior only two or three times during the 150 minutes I spent with my former classmates and the Steven Enigmas. Nerves tend to make me either sheepish or floopy. Saturday was floopy, which means no time was spent taking deep breaths in a corner while chewing on my elbows. (I’m exaggerating. No one can chew on their own elbows. Except for maybe you.)

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11 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Karen // Apr 16, 2018 at 10:44 am

    Congrats on an amazing time. And two thumbs up for the outfit. Doc Martens FTW.

  • 2 Suebob // Apr 16, 2018 at 12:20 pm

    Did you forget the name of SALSA?

  • 3 kmkat // Apr 16, 2018 at 12:43 pm

    Pico de gallo; means beak of rooster. I wish I had had your fashion sense when I attended my 50th reunions (yes, >1) last year. I wore a boring smock dress, although I may have added a shawlette-scarfy thing.

  • 4 Crazy Mom! // Apr 16, 2018 at 2:27 pm

    Good for you.

    It has been my experience that after 20 years, people at reunions stop one-upping each other and start asking “How are you REALLY doing?” And meaning it. And being glad to see that you are well.

    I remember going to a HS reunion and someone there told me how kind I was to them in elementary school and I have ZERO memory of this. Just goes to show you – Be Kind. It can make a difference in someone’s life forever without you knowing.

    Next year is my 40th college reunion – woo-hoo!

  • 5 Carroll McNeill // Apr 16, 2018 at 3:43 pm

    This is an entirely awesome post. That is all!

  • 6 Kim L // Apr 16, 2018 at 3:49 pm

    Spray painting scrotum under a bridge is not something you should regret ;)

  • 7 Anne // Apr 16, 2018 at 3:51 pm

    As noted above, yes, pico de gallo; and, forkfuls exist, so I am confident to say that you can fill a fork. I don’t know how else it would get full. No looking back. (Oh, except for the part where you all were explicitly looking back for hours and hours together.)

  • 8 RzDrms // Apr 17, 2018 at 8:48 pm

    For #5, my brain moved on ahead faster than my eyeballs, and I read the end as “…but why would I do that when I should be packing in Oreos?”

    For #7, keep this webpage always on speed dial: https://www.amazon.com/Hutzler-571-Banana-Slicer/product-reviews/B0047E0EII

  • 9 Pharmgirl // Apr 18, 2018 at 7:36 pm

    As a young child, I got in trouble for coloring on that same album cover.

    It’s now in my basement.

  • 10 Nicole // Apr 21, 2018 at 9:14 am

    I read you all the time and LOVE YOUR WRITING but I never come on to say so, so I decided today is the day. You have a fan in me, Fluidpudding. :) .

  • 11 You can call me, 'Sir' // Apr 26, 2018 at 3:23 pm

    You archive pictures of breakfast?
    You archive pictures of breakfast.
    Punctuation. Meaning. Etcetera.