In a nutshell, I fell off the wagon HARD, culminating in the realization that over Thanksgiving week at my Mom's house that I'd probably consumed more food in a week there than I had the entire months of September and October combined.
For those who were curious, I skipped the reunion. The idiots I went to high school with couldn't find their ass with both hands, and after making it an "all-80s" reunion, decided to make it an "all-years" reunion. Guess a bunch of people didn't really give a shit.
Now, my official reason for skipping the reunion was much more noble...Daughter injured herself on Mom's trampoline, so even though I got back from the ER in time to shower and go, it just wasn't worth the effort to see a bunch of people I didn't like much 20 years ago. Plus, siblings who went said I didn't miss much...though apparently Crystal is as hot as ever. I suppose if I find out that Trisha was there, I'd kick myself for not going, if only to see how time has treated her...I had such a big crush on her in high school, but really, beyond her larger-than-average chest and pretty face, I'm not sure at this distance what the fuss was about (though, really, for a 16-year-old boy, does it take more than "pretty, with big boobs"?). She was brighter than average, but with a strong dingy streak that seemed to come out when she was in "captain of the cheerleaders" mode...easy to talk to...encouraging...I guess when you're an overweight teenage geek in a small redneck town, any pretty girl who doesn't treat you like a pariah is going to throw you for a loop.
Speaking of which, I glimpsed a fairly ugly side of my sister B over the holidays. The topic was this guy, who apparently isn't considered handsome but frequents the local bar/dance club. He's always up for dancing, unlike most of the other patrons, so he doesn't seem to lack for female company. How many of those women he's ended up going home with (or doing anything more than dancing with) I don't know, but he's out there doing what the women like, and by all accounts, he's a funny guy with a great personality (uh-oh...death knell coming). Anyway, B makes a comment something like she just thinks it's weird that any woman would see anything in him. Now, I don't think B got the prize pig at the fair in the first place...the guy she married is a redneck who loves to drink and fight (matter-of-fact, he, his brother and his father got barred from this self-same bar for fighting Friday night - apparently a regular sport for them), but it just irked me that she places such a premium on looks. Maybe it goes back to the business with Trisha in high school...apparently, she got some "advice" from girls I'd known for years about whether or not to go out with me...as you might guess, these girls advised against it...I wasn't good enough for Trisha...
Every so often, a relative will tell me they ran into some girl or another I went to high school with...usually the hot ones...invariably, when they hear what it is I do and how much I make, their response is the same..."guess I should have paid more attention to him in high school"
And as angry as that makes me, to be judged positively for a shallow attribute where I was once judged negatively for a different shallow attribute, I can't help but think sometimes, "hey, it's not too late!"
