Hi Carrie! Heheee – I’m going to blog to and about you for a bit. ;-)
My friend Carrie Cleaver posted an interesting comment to Sunday’s post that hit the nail on the head as far as some of my thoughts of and at ReUnion went. Carrie and I follow each other on Twitter; her blog is called Mindspeak. Check it out. I dig the way she structures her thoughts, both in 140 character segements and longer. She’s a reader and a writer and fun to converse with. Sometimes she listens to Slayer when she blogs, and sometimes her avatar is Betty Page; my kind of girl.
If you’re too lazy to click the link and read her comment, here it is:
So many of us think the same, and aren’t even aware of it. I bet half the people there at that gathering were thinking the same thing. Blogging from Blackberry. Darn, now I’m going to have to think on getting one. =)
Like I said, right on the money, Carrie.
I was very comfortable in my interactions with the active brotherhood of the fraternity – they aren’t all that much different from the guys I pledged with and lived with during my years at Union. Conversation was easy and the silences weren’t awkward. I’d never met any of them before, but felt as though I’d lived with them for the past couple of years.
Going down to the “young alumni” reception, however, was a different story. I can be outgoing or reserved in those situations. In the case of this past Saturday, I’d already bumped into enough of my old classmates that I really didn’t feel like recounting the highlights of the last ten years in a breath over and over again. I was already kind of emotionally tapped out. Plus, I hadn’t really eaten much of my dinner – I was too busy talking to Goloboy and Lauren and giggling at the kids’ antics. Thomas had me pretty well trained – he’d screech for something across the table, I’d hand it to him, he’d throw it on the floor, and I’d pick it up and give it back to him. And repeat. I should probably give some thought to being more unpredictable. It was really something to see his little smile when the world worked out the way he thought it would, though.
Anyway, I had told Goloboy I’d meet him at the function, and he was really the only one I had any interest in catching up with. As Carrie said, I was very cognizant of the fact that everybody else at the cocktail hour was probably having similar thoughts to mine – how much money does he/she make? is his/her spouse hot? do they have kids? et cetera. If I were feeling outgoing or bubbly, I’d be bopping around, all hail-fellow-well-met and making little self-deprecating jokes to lighten the mood and get people more comfortable with themselves. But I wasn’t really feeling that way at that point in the evening. I just felt like watching, and hoping that maybe my facial hair or something would keep people from recognizing me right off the bat.
The other thing that led to my reserved feeling was that I’m not the same person I was back in college. I don’t do all the crazy shite I used to anymore – and that’s what people remember. Or, at least, that’s what I expect them to remember. And that expectation was borne out a couple of times during the day – for example, when Zandman asked if he could see the scar from where I stitched up my hand. I bit back the temptation to show him the other scars where actual doctors had done the stitching. Ha! – my thumbprint on my right hand is forever uneven because a certain African pediatrician named Ofodile working the emergency room shift in DC general was too nervous to line the print back up. Or maybe it’s because I talked to him the whole time and wouldn’t let him concentrate. Fun story, but not really the impression I’m looking to convey at this point.
So thanks for pointing out that everybody else at the function was probably having the same thoughts I was, Carrie. It was something I was definitely thinking about, and would have blogged, but just didn’t get around to because it was so late when I put the post together.
Oh, and I dig my bby.
And that’s it, dear reader. If you didn’t click on the link to Carrie’s blog way back up there, here it is again. Check her out. Pretty interesting stuff. Leave a comment, tell her I sent you – it’s like eGraffiti.