About my reunion:

Some people were a lot fatter.

Some were a lot thinner.

Surprisingly, some people (okay, everyone) were really, really nice and friendly.

Some believed the use of "currently" would add an air of sophistication to their bios, e.g. "I currently live in Ohio. I currently work in a day care center and I currently have three kids."

Speaking of bios, here's one from someone who does not fondly remember high school:

"I don't know if you'll put this in the book or not, but a lot of people were not nice because they thought they were cooler than everyone else or richer or whatever. I hope those people have grown up and realized what its like to be real. If you fall into the catagory of real people who can look at their self in the mirror and know that you are decent, then congratulations. To all the mean people out there who hated on people for being different, I hope one day you are genuine."

Fuck. I wonder if I'm real or not. Am I real? When I look in the mirror, I certainly lookreal, but how can I know for sure? Perhaps I am not real. Perhaps I am the Velveteen Rabbit, and perhaps I will not know if I am real or "genuine" until someone loves my fur off. Thank you, Disgruntled Angry Guy, for enlightening me.

Okay, that was mean. Seriously, though. I can remember hating "the cool kids" in high school. I've just gotten over it.

Truly, I was surprised at the level of niceness at the reunion. I didn't have a ton of friends in high school so I figured I'd have to talk to B.J. the entire night. To my surprise I remembered so many people, and astonishingly, they remembered me. It was great; it was like one big love fest. Everyone talked and laughed and got drunk.

I even saw one of my old crushes and, having had slightly more than my share of wine, confessed the lust he inspired within me those many years ago in Spanish class. He was very gracious about it. I'm not sure why I liked him so much back then; he wasn't really "my type," which, back then, was blonde surfer/skater. Gawd. Anyway, this guy had the best personality. So check it out: the day after the reunion, I received an e-mail from him. He said he just wanted to thank me for having the courage to share my long-ago crush with him because it made his night memorable. Ha! I thought it was nice. I think he's gay. Seriously, I heard that he was gay. I want to be his friend. Not because he's gay. It's just that I could always use another friend.