I keep saying weird. Because it was. Weird. Everyone around here is sick of hearing me describe as that. As weird. It wasn’t just the fact I didn’t know anyone. I was ready, willing and able (thanks to a large helping of rum) to make friends. I bougth my mostest charming charm. I smile politely and said Hi. A lot! And I didn’t get much more than a polite Hi back.
Mostly.
And I thought, hey, what is with people that they have to have the upper hand over someone that they clearly have the home ground advantage over. It’s weird! I don’t mean to be critical of the people I met. I know they were probably dealing with a whole bunch of their own, HOLY I’m at my 10 year reunion stuff. But really, it wouldn’t have killed them.
Hubby was having an alright time. At one point he disclosed to me that he had been a bit of a loner at high school and really didn’t know that many people. I was like WHAT..?! Why the hell are we here than. We could have been hanging out with his fam, his cute little neice that we don’t see anywhere near enough, or having bulk wines with his Mum. He said, Well… I wanted to see what it was like, what people are doing now. And I got that. I have the same thing about my reunion. (October, it’s been scheduled for). Soooo, we made the best of a weird situation, both of us.
What did I do I hear you ask..? Weeeellllll. A few of the ring ins and I set up camp at the bar. Husbands, partners, girlfriends and an interstate trucker who’s Dad was working behind the bar and as crowd control. At like 60 + years of age. I had serious questions about his ability to control the crowd if they really wanted to get rowdy. But hey. He was cool.
I had a hoot. I laughed and had more than enough to drink. I would drop by Hubby having a chat to someone every now and then and check if he wanted a fresh drink, to introduce me, more change for the pokies… And I sussed out people using the conviently prepared booklet and tried to match my new single friend with ladies without husbands, partners or girlfriends.
And believe me. It was slim pickings.
Is that normal for the 10 year reunion. Most people are in relationships..? I imagine by the 20th you have more chance of divorce, break up or even death I suppose. And that tops up the potential dating pool a bit. Chucking those people back on the market. Do people go to reunions to pick up? The ones that are actually invited? Have you seen this happen… It makes me wonder.
All in all I declare the evening a success. Culminating in being collected by Hubby’s mum around midnight and heading home for cheesecake (Hubby) and Promite Muffins (Me!), a cup of tea and a large swig of water. Don’t you just adore the after party debrief. I was talking so loud MIL was sushing me, not for the neighbours benefit but for the benefit of her poor ears. I’m like that. Loud!
So a shout out to the cool kids I met; Kasey, Dave, Brett, Kurt, Thomas, Kate and the cute haridressing shick who was going out with Kurt and had the prettiest colour blonde hair I have seen in a while. Thanks for making the whole night. Less weird. And Hubby. You did great. Didn’t ditch me in the corner once. I love you babe. I’m glad you had a good time!
Suger 
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