My B-side

Class of What??

 
Most people get drug to graduation ceremonies kicking and screaming. I, on the contrary, was happy to make myself present. I thought it might be fun to join in on the town festivities. About midway through the name reading I remembered how much I hated the "juniors" (they'll always be juniors to us). Bry and I had a death grip the entire time. I think she was holding on for the harsh sadness of a familiar scene, but I used the hand to anchor myself to the prickly bleacher. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all rotten and boring. (And neither is all of the Class of 2005.) The gym felt like the Warped Tour minus good tunes plus an excess of shiny maroon. But in the commotion I collided into several old friends with whom I chatted up the weather and such. Comfort conversation, ya know. I hung out with the coolest toothless kid this side of the Wabash. Not to mention all the time well spent with my bestest friend in the whole wide world...even if we were both edging towards delirium. After embraces and flashes and 30 pieces of Big Red, it was over. Time for cheesecake. We headed to the Redman's (Bryana's little sister’s boyfriend's) and reviewed the "Best Of’s", I SWEAR there had to be a few typos. I wasn't the only one making that claim either. After Vegas chat, recipe swapping, and basement bowling we loaded up for Steak and Shake. Yes, more food. We screamed Kelly Clarkson all the way there, never mind that the song is really only 3:32 minutes and the drive 16. Steak and Shake was crazy busy, and of course we bumped into familiar faces...and NOT so familiar faces. Mallory's cousin, Erica, greeted us as well as her ex from Sophomore year, oh Derek. Erica looked at me funny for not noticing guy #2. Hmm... OH MY HECK. Andrew, Mater Dei Andrew. This would be a guy I dated 1.534 million years ago. And when I say dated I mean we went out once and I never called him again. Awkward, but nothing a root beer float couldn't cure. The evening closed with conversation on past visits to S&S and Brookee falling asleep on the table. My feelings exactly, Brooke.

posted by Melissa at 00:23