Post Reunion

Sunday afternoon and about to head back to Ottawa. Am blogging from the Toronto subway after a very sweet conversation with my ageing parents on Mother’s Day. Time to return to my selfish bachelor life in the nation’s boring old capital.

The NSS high school reunion was fantastic, a lot more fun than I had any right to expect. There were several people who did not come because, I’m told, they weren’t proud of their current station in life. I really wish they had come. At such events it’s the quiet people you miss the most, the ones whose stories were never well known, and who are likely more interesting than the extroverted blowhards (like me) who thrive at these things. You quiet people know who you are. Feel free to email me to catch up.

Admittedly, it was a tad uncomfortable being in the extreme minority of unmarried childless grads. But that’s life, folks, as is being propositioned by creepy old retired teachers. Eww.

There’s a particular photo I will share with you once I return to my computer, and with it a tale of supreme pointless geekistry. Dave K., you should pay particular attention.

I will relate one telling anecdote, however. It seems a girl I had a crush on back in the day actually thought back then that I was gay. Me, Captain Heterosexual. Must have been the leg warmers and my Streisand collection. That and the whole creepy teacher proposition thing.

The Reunion

Here I am at the post-party of my high school reunion at the Unicorn pub: live blogging just to piss off the growing anti-blog crowd. oh you know who you are. Let me allow some of the attendees to have their say:

John Roxburgh: if only we had this technology 20 years ago in high school, we’d have had a head start in pissing people off.

Cary Shafir: the truest thing are said in jest.

Cher Anne Nash: people are people. after 20 years everyone is happily the same.

Ray: that’s not necessarily a good thing, Cher Anne.

Jennifer McKeen: hi mom and dad!

Shirley Hunt: Simon Houpt pissed me off.

Rufus Glasgow: Holy fucking shit!

Dave Cranmer.: I don’t recognize anybody!

Wendy Sniderman: how fucking surreal!

Stephen Couchman: to the zoo and step on it!

John Young: that guy is still a loser!

Here’s a pic of Rufus and Shirley:

Aieee.

I tend not to write about uber-personal items in this space since it often means violating the privacy of someone else. But let me tell you, last night I and my ex-girlfriend had the relationship post-mortem talk. Is there anything more excrutiating and depressing yet liberating and healing? Aiee, I’m going to be sick for a week.

Speaking of depressing, here’s a depressing story about a rapist in India offering to marry his victim. Maybe the fundamentalist Christians are right. Maybe we are indeed living in the end times.

I’m off to Toronto to attend my 19 year high school reunion. When I first agreed to attend, I was in a much better place in my life and was really looking forward to seeing everyone. Now I’m not so sure anymore. Blame the break-up. It’s a good lesson in variable emotional states, and also in how life conditions and your attitudes toward them are often transient.

Here’s a pic of my new haircut:

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