I've been away at a school reunion.
It was all too hilarious.
I didn't have a clue who anyone was.
I last saw these people thirty years ago when we were fifteen. And I think I went expecting them to still look the same. And when I was thinking about it this morning I thought it would've been a good idea if everyone pinned to their shirts a little photo of themself at the age of fifteen.
I must say the women had aged much better than the men. The men were all fat and bald. I couldn't pick them. As soon as they said their names it was obvious who they were though. Some of the girls had hardly changed at all.
But there was a lot of laughing and drinking and dancing. I have no idea what music the band played, but we all seemed to dance a lot. It was a bit like a school social actually. Except this time we were allowed to be drunk. We didn't have to sneak out to the car park to skull a bottle of blackberry nip or passion pop.
And I had to cut a cake. That was unexpected. They had an anniversary cake and the school captains and vice captains had to get up and cut it. Not only that, but they wanted me to put on a school uniform that someone just happened to have brought. But I said – no way. But Kim, who was the Captain, she put it on.
I had mixed feelings about going but I'm so glad I did. And I thought all night people would just be asking where you lived, what you did, how many kids you had, but it wasn't like that at all. it was just like picking up where we left off. People sort of hung out in their old groups. We had a very rowdy table. But after dinner everyone moved around talking to different people. I had a very long conversation with a man I didn't remember at all. And I still dont, but he seemed like a nice guy.
We're already thinking that a fifty year reunion sounds good.