Re-What-Now?

Fuck.

That was the biggest waste of "fuck me" hair ever.

Maybe I didn't stay long enough to give it a chance, but after 4 years of going to school with these people I think I have figured it out. The people who hung out together? Knotted together there. And yes, I could have played the "Oh hi, I've matured in 10 years, How are you?" card, and actually mixed/mingled, but honestly? Fuck that.

So I slammed my pint of Strawberry Wheat, made some awkward small talk with the girl who took over as "most awkward person here" and as soon as she went over into the shark tank, I fled. I did feel sort of bad for her- she's the one who organized the "family" 10 year reunion, and she was about a thousand times more out of her element than I was. So. Sort of felt bad for her, but not bad enough to a: talk to her, or b: stick around.

I came to the realization on the way to Taco Bell (the chipotle grilled stuft burrito was the best part of the evening from 7:00 on) that everyone I really wanted to see/hang out with is either a: dead, b:incommunicado, or c:someone I contact on a semi-regular basis anyway. Feh. So not my scene. It's also one of the occasions where Social Anxiety comes in handy. (And lets talk about having a reunion of people you haven't seen in 10 years in a crowded-assed bar, so you can't figure out who the fuck you went to school with and who's just a drunk? ARGH.)

So. Yeah. Fuck it.