The second day of the class reunion just wasn't as fun. We went to another bar/club. Most people brought other people...or had kids. I realized yet again, how alone I am...usually by choice. It would have been nice to have a date, or maybe even have a story about the kids. I think I'm also getting to old for the bar/club scene. Everyone else seemed to enjoy mingling. I sat with a small group outside, but even that was making me restless. I guess homebody/nester is my new adjective to describe me.
It's funny how many people recognized me. They told me, "You are the guy who was always quiet, but that was because you were so smart. When we had a question, you had the answer, and we all wondered how you knew that". I guess somethings never change ;). Talking with people was okay, but I always felt left out to a degree....*shrug*
Speaking of degrees, its interesting to see how unsuccessful I have been compared to others in my class. So many have good jobs, 50k + a year, nurses, doctors, programmers, execs. I still don't have my degree. I still don't have a real job. I have an office, but I really don't think that suffices at this point. I wish I could go back full time to school, but I take what I can when I can.
The queen and the straight side came out of me this weekend. I was flamboyant (more so than usual) only cuz I was surrounded by such queens. It didn't feel natural, but it popped out anyway...However when we went to the OP last night, the strippers didn't even make raise an eyebrow, much less a....well you know.
I miss some people from high school, it was good to talk to them. Don't think I'll go to my 20, unless it's somewhere quiet, perhaps a restaurant. And of course, that's IF I'm successful, I'm not gonna be a 37 year old failure visiting 36 year old successes.
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