Some of my very favorite people are there.
I think there were close to 100 people in town for the reunion (that really wasn't a reunion).
20 YEARS.
I haven't seen most of those people for 20 years.
They all looked the same, but different.
I met some new people I didn't know then.
I drank entirely too much.
I think I actually transported myself back in time and I was 20 years old again.
He was there.
You know the one.
Seeing him brought back all of that dizzy because some of my dizziness is caused by those free radical thoughts that bounce around in my brain due to the fact that they are not labeled and sorted in neat little boxes (I wrote about this here). And He could never be categorized and labeled. There are no labels. There could never be labels. It never officially started so it never officially ended and it therefore never officially existed. No labels for that....no box. Those free radical thoughts were dormant for so long but now, after a few drinks and being transported back to 1989 they were free and radical and bouncing once again.
Today (Tuesday) those damn free radicals are still causing dizziness.
I need to scoop them up, and shove them down deep where they can't bounce around anymore or I have to find a box and a label to hold them. I hate labeling things 'MISC'. Anything labeled miscellaneous is surely doomed to insignificance and obscurity. And boxes labeled 'MISC' must be plain and unassuming but somehow that just doesn't feel right. Not at all. Not for him. I have to pick a box. I have to pick a label and I must put all of these free radical thoughts away. I have to rid myself of this dizzy feeling once and for all.
The hangover didn't help with the dizzy stuff, I realize.
I told him that I was hoping he would be fat and bald.
He was neither.
Damn him to hell.
I mean that in the nicest complementary way possible. I DO! I really do!
Me, before the non-reunion, reunion.
This is me DRUNK.
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