high school

i am going to my high school reunion.

on august 12.

what was that? i look too young to be 10 years out of high school?

blush.

nevertheless, i am going, and i am panicking. i told the bf that i am going so that i do not regret not going in the future.

to borrow a phrase from the bf: twisted logic? perhaps.

dear sophie,

remember when you wasted $40 per person and a lovely saturday to drive down to rochester to have dinner at the freaking ramada hotel with people you haven't talked to in at least 8 years? remember how even though you were not married and did not have kids that those are the most socially understandable measures of success when you come from a small town in southern minnesota and you suddenly felt like things had gone horribly, horribly wrong and you wondered how your life got to be the way it was? and that instead of focusing on other things you should have been man-hunting and baby-popping? remember person after person running up to you screaming 'sophie! you look exactly the same!' when you felt like running and threw up a little bit in your mouth as you pretended to remember his/her name and thinking that maybe looking exactly like you did in high school is not a compliment, it's just what people say when they don't have anything else to say? because really, who wants to look like they did when they were in high school? you curled your hair almost every day and wore baggy clothes! remember how the meal wasn't that great because it was hotel food for crying out loud and what did you expect? remember how you knew exactly what the phrase 'you can take the girl out of the small town but you cannot take the small town out of the girl' meant at the end of the evening? perhaps now you realize the reason why and you'll learn from this. that's why you are not going to your 20th high school reunion.

love,
future sophie

p.s. you are still fabulous