Reunion Woes: Report
After all the help you gave me, you ladies deserve to find out how my reunion went this weekend. My husband and I got up nice and early to go the open house. I wore my hot vintage dress, toned down with a denim jacket (it was chilly) and my man wore his hot new jeans and blazer. Sexy! We got MacD's and ate it on the bus on the way to the school.
When we got there, of course no one was there but the teachers. We made out on the lawn and took funny pictures of each other while wandering around the outside of the school (I humped a monument). Then my pal showed up (the other couldn't make it) in her vintage dress and wellies and her two young boys. We went into the school, checked out our old classrooms, and generally had a laugh. The boys got tired out running around and being tossed up in the air by my husband. Eventually, my pal decided to take them home for a nap. We were pretty well done, and deciding whether or not to catch a lift with her when....
dun dun dunhhhhhhhh!
Three carloads pulled into the parking lot, packed with all those evil bitches I used to hate. I heard one say, "Oh, there's Vanessa". I thought, shit, now they have seen me, I don't want to run off. I also had this feeling like this was it, this was the test. My pal in the wellies looked at me like I was crazy, as did my husband. In their minds, I should just run like a bat out of hell and leave it all behind. But I wanted to face my demons. Here's the thing: All week I talked to people about this upcoming reunion, and they often said, "People change. It's been 20 years! Have an open mind." I can honestly say I did. I had a great day, a good laugh, and some nostalgia. I went up to those girls fully prepared to realize I had been a petty person for holding on to all the mean things they said and did to me for so many years. I wanted this experience to teach me to be more mature, to stop being so neurotic, and to just move past it.
It worked. I'm so over it. But not for the reasons I thought.
The thing is, people don't change. Those girls were just as bitchy to me that day as they were 20 years before. And I now feel totally vindicated in saying that my school experience was pretty shitty, that those girls were a bunch of class A bitches, and I hope I never see any of them again.
Aside from that, we had a blast. My husband proved to me again why I married him, cause he gave me the best laughs, and a good time. We left there, went to the market, headed to a friend's bonfire, and never looked back. It is now another one of my tres tres humourous cocktail party anecdotes.
--Vansterdamn
When we got there, of course no one was there but the teachers. We made out on the lawn and took funny pictures of each other while wandering around the outside of the school (I humped a monument). Then my pal showed up (the other couldn't make it) in her vintage dress and wellies and her two young boys. We went into the school, checked out our old classrooms, and generally had a laugh. The boys got tired out running around and being tossed up in the air by my husband. Eventually, my pal decided to take them home for a nap. We were pretty well done, and deciding whether or not to catch a lift with her when....
dun dun dunhhhhhhhh!
Three carloads pulled into the parking lot, packed with all those evil bitches I used to hate. I heard one say, "Oh, there's Vanessa". I thought, shit, now they have seen me, I don't want to run off. I also had this feeling like this was it, this was the test. My pal in the wellies looked at me like I was crazy, as did my husband. In their minds, I should just run like a bat out of hell and leave it all behind. But I wanted to face my demons. Here's the thing: All week I talked to people about this upcoming reunion, and they often said, "People change. It's been 20 years! Have an open mind." I can honestly say I did. I had a great day, a good laugh, and some nostalgia. I went up to those girls fully prepared to realize I had been a petty person for holding on to all the mean things they said and did to me for so many years. I wanted this experience to teach me to be more mature, to stop being so neurotic, and to just move past it.
It worked. I'm so over it. But not for the reasons I thought.
The thing is, people don't change. Those girls were just as bitchy to me that day as they were 20 years before. And I now feel totally vindicated in saying that my school experience was pretty shitty, that those girls were a bunch of class A bitches, and I hope I never see any of them again.
Aside from that, we had a blast. My husband proved to me again why I married him, cause he gave me the best laughs, and a good time. We left there, went to the market, headed to a friend's bonfire, and never looked back. It is now another one of my tres tres humourous cocktail party anecdotes.
--Vansterdamn