"Oh hi, [Rouge]."

On Saturday I took the train down to Maryland to attend my ten year high school reunion. Although the event was mercifully open bar, all the bourbon in the world couldn't take away those awkward feelings stirred up after 10 years of repression. Even worse, a lot of people (a) didn't recognize me (b) didn't remember me and (c) didn't care that I looked a hell of a lot more fabulous than I did circa 1996. And so I left the event weirded out, drunk, and reminded that I was really just a non entity in the minds of my classmates.

Why should I care? I don't. At least I don't think I do. But this underscores why people go to reunions in the first place -- that "Hey, I may have been a dork in high school and gotten picked on by the cheerleaders, but I'm way cooler now." No, we're still dorks, just better dressed. And for some reason I was surprised that the same people that could dent my self worth in high school could still manage to do so ten years later.

So was the event a waste of time? No, because for all weirdness, I was able to reconnect with a couple of I hadn't seen in ten years or so. That's really what reunion is all about, isn't it?