reunited, and it feels so…well…fuck me (part i)

as every small town in texas seems to do…

…tonight kicks off lockhart’s annual chisolm trail round up festival (okay, so actually it was last night). booths of handicrafts and bootleg designer shit and carnival rides i wouldn’t trust while high and overpriced food and beer and all the trimmings!

every town in texas latches on to some theme either dealing with some historic significance or local crop and rides it out for a weekend of country and tejano music and all the aforementioned accouterments (bigger towns, like SA with fiesta, do it for ten days or so) but in THIS town (and probably others) an “added attraction” is thrown into the mix…

…high school reunions.

this year the class of ’04 will have a five year (why?), ’99 its ten year (i wasn’t invited to mine), and ’89 its TWENTY year (that’s where i fall into play here).

as of this writing (which to ruin the magic, is being done just before 9am on tuesday, june 2nd) i don’t plan to attend .

why would i skip?

the way i see it people attend their high school reunion for one of four reasons…

1. to catch up with old friends they’ve lost touch with over the years – guess what? if i haven’t talked to you in twenty years and have never bothered to link up on facebook or myspace or whatever chances are i can go another twenty years and be cool. not to be an asshole, i’m just sayin’…

2. to reunite with an old high school flame or somebody they WISHED they’d hooked up with in high school – surprisingly, this doesn’t fit me at all. i never actually dated anyone in high school, and only dated one girl post-high school that was from my high school. we all saw how THAT turned out (jen) – but hey, at least we’re friends again now…hell, she was just over at the house on saturday!

3. to settle the score – i think this honestly happens more in movies than in real life…but you know the tale, where we have to prove we DID win that race/game/band competition legitimately back then or whatever. this isn’t a movie folks, this is real life…so this ain’t me either. doubt me? call me to discuss – 512-555-7326 (thrown in for cinematic effect, of course)

and finally…

4. to thump ones chest – brag about the job, the kids, the wife, the bank balance, or whatever. i’ll be a week shy of thirty-eight years old, have never been married, with no kids (i’d like to note i’d rather be where i am than thrice divorced and paying child support to kids that hate me or whatever) with no job and no money and about to lose my house if those last two don’t turn around soon. not a lot of bragging going on with me. sad, but true…

so, yeah – i wouldn’t look for me there…or ME as my date (which we had all planned out till she went and got married and all). a part of me feels bad, ’cause it’s $35 a head and an old friend (who wasn’t in my class but is married to someone who is) paid my $35 figuring the reason i was skipping was the cash (i’ll be sending her this link when it posts) but prior to her doing so i DID tell her if she wanted to catch up to just come by the house since she knows where it is.

on the up side, if i DO go at least one entry next week will pretty much write itself, huh? i’ll call this “part i” just to cover that base…