A Little Reunion

So there's the exciting-yet-scary prospect of meeting some old friends from high school coming up tomorrow night. I'm going through with it, but all these insecurities keep creeping up on me during my idling moments.

Like in the shower, I thought, "Maybe you'll end up making yourself look like a complete ass." Or while walking to work it was, "You're still the same dork they knew in high school."

WTF, you know? It's been over 9 years! There's this scene from one of my favorite movies, Gross Pointe Blank, where Jeremy Piven shows up to the dance and brags about how he's all grown up and stuff, then goes whimpering like a dog when the hot girl from high school walks by. She totally ignores him while he's trying to get her attention. I have dreams like that sometimes. I guess I was a mess in high school because I knew a lot of people, but didn't have a lot of real friends.

It's not like that with these guys, though. These kids I'm meeting up tomorrow were always cool with me. In fact, though every school had their cliques and such, we were in fucking Alaska, so nobody was really that snobbish. But I still felt like an outsider.

I know it's going to be fun tomorrow. We'll show up, have a few laughs over a few beers, ask about so-and-so, then exchange numbers, only to never call each other for yet another long block of time...

I'm being fecitious, but speaking of which, why do we do that anyway? Why do we go through the motions of meeting people up only to realize that we've gone our separate ways over the years and decide not to catch up? It's kind of stupid, if you ask me, but I'm one to talk. I'm guilty of it, too.

I decided that I'm not going to do that tomorrow. I really do want to reconnect with these people. I've been waiting for this a long time. I've occasionally thought of my old friends from high school and wondered what they were up to, but didn't really pursue finding anyone until this year. And I've been pretty lucky so far. I guess I'm ready to talk about the past and rehash.

So, music, beer, friends from Alaska, and old times. And pictures. Should be a good night.