I just got back into town from “the OC.” We had to run down for Bear’s 10 year high school reunion and we brought our new Canadian friends with us. It was great fun and boring and I feel terrible about it all rolled up into one big neurotic ball.
When we lived in New Hampshire I hardly had any friends. I hated probably all but 4 people we met there, and I’m the type that prefers to be alone rather than suffer the company of people I don’t like. So then we split and move off to Modesto where there is absolutely not one soul we can find that fits us. Not even someone that I don’t like, not a soul. Everyone we meet is in their late thirties, with kids, and completely uninterested in a social life. So it was just the two of us for the past year. Thank heavens for the internet.
And then, about a month ago, Bear’s doing some work at the church, and who should stroll up but a cute couple in their 20’s, looking for some help moving in! And what do you know, in all of Modesto they were moving into our apartment complex. Hooray!!
Since then we’ve rarely left them alone. Bear and I are truly lucky that we are honestly best friends and prefer each others company over absolutely anyone else’s, but eventually even filet mignon gets boring. So when we found out that the Girl Canadian would have the same time off as Jared, we invited them to come along so we could show off our old stomping grounds. It was so much fun. The Canadians are great company. Boy Canadian is SO hilarious, he kept me giggling for 5 days, and Girl Canadian is such a sweetheart, she was always checking up on me and my health and making sure I was comfortable. They are fast moving up my list of favorite people.
So then on Saturday night we had to go to the reunion. I got all dolled up wearing the super high stilletos so the gams were shown off in their best light, and slathered on the makeup to play my part of trophy wife. And then I spent the next three hours smiling and nodding and shaking hands and saying nice to meet you as the person’s name went flying right out of my head. I was bored to tears. Bear had a good time, I think. He was voted “Most Changed” and at first we wondered what that could possibly mean. He was All State Football, captain of the wrestling and football teams, student body president. He was freaking Zack Morris in the flesh. But since everyone else there was a drunk in high school and apparently still are, I guess the fact that he has a job and got rid of the anchorman hair is enough to push him over the top.
Bear was actually quite worried about going. Like most former college football players, those muscles have migrated to his belly, and his career isn’t exactly in a place to be proud of yet. But considering that everyone else we met were either just barely graduating from grad school or said they were either “in sales” or “in real estate,” and many were already working on their second marriage, I think he left feeling pretty good about himself.
The only problem with the weekend, and the one that I feel horrible about, is that I ended up standing up my dearest friend The Good Twin. Every time I come down we mean to get together, and there’s always other things pressing in on our time there. The last couple visits we’ve managed to squeeze out an hour or so, but this time, with the reunion and family and our new friends, there was just no time left. So poor TGT was calling and calling and waiting and waiting and did I ever show? Nope. I suck. But that’s something she’s probably known for quite some time.
I'll bet you looked gorgeous. And your friend will understand, don't you worry. :)Welcome back.