Reunion of the Dead ’09
This past Saturday my class had their ten-year reunion.
Only through the last year or two of my school days was I even remotely outgoing. Up until then I was the shy boy that sat in the corner during everything, reading, writing, drawing, and/or playing music. I think I may have snapped during my eleventh grade year and went crazy.
It’s amazing to see how much some people change and others stay the same during these reunions. Certain people were still stuck in their senior year, others had grown up so much that they were barely recognizable. Some had put on weight, others slimmed, some had married and settled down with kids and many were still flying single.
On the whole, it was good to see everybody and play catch-up.
My high school band, YIELD (no…not the sax and clarinet type), played during the event. After the reunion proper everybody came down to the lead singer’s house and we played on a stage in the middle of a large field. Very redneck, very cool. I dare even say that I had fun. We played from about 7pm-12am while leaving small intervals for people to do karaoke (fuckin’ joy). By the time we broke down the stage and packed in the amps and various equipment it was 2am. Fuck me running.
I was glad to get home. It was great to catch up with everybody, but it was even better getting home to my wife and baby. High school was decent for what it was, but I could have never imagined how blessed I’d be in the future following graduation.
Will I be there for the 20-yr reunion? Probably (if I live long enough). I feel old now–very old. The let’s-eat-so-I-can-take-my-back-pill kind of old; the hey-you-fucker-get-off-my-lawn kind of old. And, sometimes, that’s alright.
You know what the most depressing part of my high school reunion was? Realizing that not a single one of them were into horror or reading at all. What the Hell is wrong with people these days? Damned kids and their MTV and Rock’em Sock’em Robots…
