- Told me I should have let him know earlier that I wanted my mermaid’s tail to curl down onto my foot;
- Mentioned that he’d been tried for murder after a guy was killed in a bar fight he’d been involved in;
- Mentioned that that bar fight took place at Barney’s Beanery.
And I love my new mermaid (thank you, Mom and Justin Lewis of Artifact Tattoo in Canyon Country!). Even though my foot looks kind of weird and misshapen in these pictures. I am going to pretend it’s just the angle.
Saturday night, my mermaid and AK and I went to a sort of unofficial high school reunion organized by some class-of-’94 folks. I mildly regretted not going to the official class-of-’95 reunion a few years ago and figured that I wouldn’t have many more chances to pay $25 instead of $80 to see my fellow mustangs.
What I did not count on was that a high school reunion would be a lot like…high school. Afterward, AK asked, not unkindly, “What exactly were you expecting?” I guess I was expecting a Romy and Michele scenario—either their fantasy reunion, where the once-popular girls groveled at their fabulous feet, or their real reunion, in which some of the popular kids turned out pathetic, and the one who turned out nice wanted to be their friend.
But at the Manhattan Beach Neptunian Club, where nineties songs pounded too loudly for casual conversation, beer flowed in red plastic cups and the lighting was as bright as a middle school dance, all the people who never talked to me in high school continued to not talk to me, and I continued not to talk to them.
It was really nice to see Bonnie, Kristy, Jynette and Laura, but I see most of them occasionally anyway, usually for less than $25. As with CalArtsy functions, where I feel all shy and not sufficiently avant garde, I reverted to the person I was when I was at the school in question. In this case, all shy and too avant garde.
Oh well. It was something I had to get out of my system. Now I’ll happily return to lurking on Facebook, which is much more my style of finding out what people are up to.