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.
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.
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