Remembered Faces, Forgotten Names

I went to a sort of neighborhood reunion on Saturday night. It was advertised a bit on places like Myspace and Facebook, I believe. I saw it only because a friend posted on a forum.

It was a night of remembered faces and forgotten names. Most of the people I recognized were from high school. It was no one I really associated with in high school though. I was never the social butterfly. It came through again that night. I only jumped into conversations when people I knew were already talking with someone I didn't. I don't quite know how to approach some one when it comes to a reunion aspect of familiarity. "Hi, I remember you from when we were in high school. We didn't have any of the same classes, none of the same friends, and probably said only two words the four years we were there together. How are you?"

I don't think I could pick out any of the guys from the yearbook. It doesn't surprise me that I recognized the girls most of all. Hell, it's what I used to look at the most while I was there anyway. If only they felt obligated to break out the old school uniforms. That would have been something.

For the most part, it wasn't a terrible night. Granted I didn't go home with anyone or grab any numbers for future conversations, but that's par for the course. A few people I haven't seen in a while did show up to my surprise. The air was thick with smoke and old school rap. There were many people there I didn't care to deal with and plenty that I wouldn't mind getting to know better. Sadly, I am not entirely forthcoming with the whole ice-breaker thing. The setting seemed almost too forced.

My friend Bill had no problem reintroducing himself to people. He's a loud personality that likes an audience. He was all about mingling as much as possible. I believe his theory was that if he ever met you once, he would try and make sure you remember him this time around. I think it worked on a few unfortunate souls.

The night ended with an escape from the parking lot followed by a trip to Denny's with some friends. That part was so great for me. A half hour wait to be seated is fine. Almost an hour wait for our food to show, not so good. Worse still, my food dropped last while everyone else was finishing theirs. I don't think I will be returning to Denny's any time soon.

Ill Communication

I am sick. It sucks. I am not deathly ill or anything. I believe it is a cold. Weather hates me. I must have made fun of it when I was younger and now it seeks it's revenge. My body aches. My head aches. My nose has continual snot running out of it, only to fill up again and again. I am bout to take some NyQuil and pass out. It is incredibly early for my bed time. I don't even have work till tomorrow night either.

I keep getting these emails for some reunion site. Granted, I do have an actual reunion coming up. My high school reunion was supposed to be last year, but due to laziness and forgetfulness on everyone's part, it was delayed till this year. I guess I will be celebrating 11 years from high school.

I read an article before about how some reunion site, like Classmates.com or something, sent out a bunch of emails saying people were looking for a person.When the mark signed up and paid the fee to join, there was nothing there. Now, I know some people do actually use these types of sites to contact long lost people. I just don't think I am really an object of desirability. Hell, I don't even like talking about what I do for a living to strangers because I think I am boring. I certainly don't think I made any type of impression on anyone in high school that I still can't get into contact regularly.

Most of the people I currently talk to I didn't even go to high school with. I can probably count on one hand the number that I actually deal with with any regularity. I don't even receive that much SPAM in my email accout, so it's relatively strange that it continually pops up. I have a regular MySpace page that I check frequently that many other graduates from my year can find me at. Granted, I use a nickname and not my real name as my online identity. Also, my picutre tends to be a clip from a movie or a piece of art. I don't think I photograph well.

Part of me is intrigued with someone trying to contact me. Who could it be? What do they want? Was it some long ago crush looking to kindle something? I doubt it. Still, one can dream. In fact, I'm going to go do that right now.