The Modern Amish

So I finally got the call.  My 20 year reunion.  The flood of memories was about to begin flowing out of the long forgotten spaces of my mind.  And the voice on the phone brought back a pretty good stream of them herself.

To protect the not so innocent (you never fooled anyone) I’ll just refer to her as K.  K was a lifer at good old RHS.  12 years straight through.  And if anyone else in my class was more like me, I would be totally shocked.  We were both ‘brains’.  Both with a relaxed air about us, but totally capable of getting worked up over things we felt strongly about.  No chance that either one of us would stay around, but we appreciated where we grew up.  Both able to get along with just about anyone.  And a mildly sarcastic edge to both of us.  Because we were so much alike in thought & attitude, there was no chance of us ever being an ‘item’.  At least that was my thought.  But that also made her fun to hang around & a pretty good prom date.  I had no desire to use it as an occasion to put a notch on my bedpost.  But I knew it was going to be a fun night.  And it was.  I enjoyed who I was with, got to spend time with my friends (even the female ones), & no pressure or stress was had at all.  Not a bad way to spend a night.  And so come graduation night, we were still friends, at the 10 year reunion I was glad to see her, and now it was good to hear her voice again.

We had the typical ‘haven’t talked in years, getting caught up’ call.  K knew my wife from the summer we all spent working together at a waterpark, so she had someone else to ask about.  And she had finally married the guy she was with at the 10 year.  K’s insanity was proven when she told me she had a 2 year old.  That overflowing well of information, my proud mother, had filled her in on some stuff about me so we had more time to just shoot the breeze.  It was all good.  And then K dropped one of those tidbits that make getting caught up with an old friend so great.  ‘Did I tell you about when I had to go tell <nameless female classmate or NFC> about the last reunion?’  No indeed she had not.  Well K had to go contact NFC at work.  And NFC at the time was employed as a dancer at a strip club.  So K went there & got to catch the end of her act.  I was positively awash in punch lines.  The mind boggled.  But beign the G rated kind of guy I am, I drew back my comedy bow & let fly the least offensive arrow that came to mind.  ‘So you got to see a whole lot of her then.’ said I.  Bullseye!  Subtle yet effective.   Who knew it took so much dedication to arrange a reunion?  K deserves a commendation.

I confirmed that I would be there & we wrapped up the conversation for the night.  But not before I got my first assignment.  To contact a member of the old gang that didn’t attend the 10 year & see if I could persuade him to come this time.  And by pure coincidence, he just happened to be my best friend in high school.  That’s for next time. 

Just over 3 weeks to go now.  And I’ve got some other calls to make between now & then.  Again, I think there’s something to be found here.  Though I still don’t know for sure what it may be.  But one thing I do know, when I get there, I’ll be sure to ask K if she’s seen a lot of our classmates.