Tuesday, April 01, 2008

"Maybe you were a late bloomer."

With six years separating us in age, Ms. K and I are not quite peers. The gap is enough time for us to have completely different pop cultural references. Then there's the fact that we're of completely different tribes. She's constantly fascinated by my high school experience since it differed so much from hers. Whereas she was athletic and popular, I was the geek and the introvert . . . she the chemically altered party girl, me the teetotal social leper. You get the idea.

I once made the mistake of telling her about the murder mystery party I hosted my senior year for me and my friends, conveniently and sneakily arranged for when my parents were out of town. I wrote the murder mystery, cleaned the house, and cooked dinner for my eight friends. We had a blast.

From the look on Ms. K's face, you'd think I had told her I made regular trips to Mars. The super nerdtastic concept of a murder mystery dinner party boggled her mind. "Was there booze at this party??" she asked, aghast.

"No drinking."

She was nonplussed. "Who throws a party without any booze?? High school is supposed to be about having fun, experimenting with drugs, pregnancy scares, and beer pong. Don't you feel like you missed out??"

"Actually no. Minus the pregnancy scares, I got that all out of my system in my 20s."

"Maybe you were a late bloomer," she added with a sense of finality, like she had figured out the key to the puzzle. "When did you get pretty?"

"I don't know. You've seen the pictures."

Indeed she had. Perhaps mistakenly, I showed her photos of me circa 1995. My dark, thick eyebrows were untamed. I wore dark lipstick against my pale skin, a remnant of my Anne Rice reading, "preppy goth" phase. I wore blazers with such regularity that you'd think I was a middle aged woman -- in fact I was mistaken for a teacher TWICE during my senior year. And I certainly wasn't experimenting sexually as I had no interest in boys and the feeling was apparently mutual.

Ms. K shook her head. "We would not have been friends in high school. I would have been like, 'Who's that chick with the blazer? She's weird.'"

"Hey, I'm okay with my weirdness."

"You're normal now!"

"Normalish."

"Yeah. Ish," she said with a smile and a kiss.


[ Me in 1996 with a sassy smile and a healthy tan -- minus the goth makeup thankfully. ]

8 comments:

Ms. K said...

Dear Rouge,

Honey, I love you more than breathing. I really do. But I feel that you have paraphrased me into a tool and a half. I can assure you that I would never say "teenaged sex" nor would I say, under any circumstances, "being wild!"

I think that you should edit it, lest your blog reading public think that you are actually dating a middle aged mother from a Lifetime movie.

Love,

Keri

32 said...

Ha! One of my high school friends planned a murder mystery dinner party for my birthday (booze free!) in a clever rouse to hit on me. Sadly, I was confused about my sexuality and freaked out when she made her move...

Dorothy Snarker said...

Hey, my best friend in high school threw a (booze-free) murder mystery birthday party, too. It was awesome. Geeks unite!

Vicki said...

You and Ms. K sound just like me and my gf. She was the ultra-popular, party-going jock, whereas I was the introverted geeky type. I guess opposites attract!

Anonymous said...

I heart our murder mystery party...and I totally took that picture of "Ms. Bahamian Post No Bills."
-mkb

Katerina said...

I just, for the first time ever, had beer out of a keg this weekend and I'm 23!

nycrouge said...

The first time I played beer pong and went to a party with a keg was March of 2003. I was 24 years old.

Sydneysider said...

In highschool, the parties I went to consisted of me and my friends acting out campy scenes from movies or from the silly film scripts we made up. So very gay, but sadly with zero amounts of gay sex or booze :(

Experienced my first hangover at age 22 but have never played beer pong(I had to look it up in Wikipedia just then to figure out what the heck 'beer pong' is!)