It's probably not what you think. We did have a really great time catching up with old classmates. We certainly did laugh hysterically at our old yearbook pictures and we did re-hash old times. People change. And others have not changed a bit. If you would have asked me 10 years ago who I thought would return in 10 years for the reunion, I would have definitely received an F. Everyone did appear to have a good time. I do not think I have been that entertained in awhile. Especially since most of my entertainment involves toddler-speak, conversations about Poop, and the latest episode of Veggie-Tales. So, let me just tell you a secret. There was absolutely one thing that no one knew. In most high schools, there are clicks. And at this particular high school reunion, a click not only existed but formed rather rapidly around Mrs. Fitzgerald's island. I will certainly not be able to reveal the names of this particular click. But, I will reveal the premise behind the formation. I had a secret. Beneath my clothes actually. Don't be alarmed, didn't you read the title? Class Reunion: Sensored? It's certainly not what you think.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Daniel, aka Travis, or is it Travis aka Daniel? Anyway...Travis Daniel Reed asked some of the ladies around the island if we flitted off to a department store to purchase that "special outfit" for the reunion. I averted his gaze as long as I could until he asked me the question directly. YES! I was one sucked into the horrific game of people pleasing. I did buy an outfit. A layered piece. The perfect mixture of blacks/browns,/ and turquoise and golds. There were only 2 problems with this particular choice. A) The tan I never got for the reunion because my outfit revealed them in their pale glory. The tan I had been talking about all summer that still mocks me as we are approaching mid-August. My pale arms. Still products of a 70 lb weight gain (and I know it was multiples but STILL)...they mimic medium sized loaves of bread. And not even a full loaf...a loaf that has fallen off the the grocery store shelf and gotten a little lumpy. B) ....the sensor. Not sensored because we threw a drunken, class of 00 gone wild reunion. Sensored because I was actually wearing one. Beneath my shirt. My perfect shirt was actually not perfect at all. When I purchased it at Steinmart in Sugarland, and I did purchase it like a responsible citizen, I thought the lady forgot to get it. So, I said, "Could you make sure you got the sensor off my shirt?" She said she had.
Saturday morning. Day of the reunion. I put on my outfit prior to going to shop for our reunion groceries and I felt a slight tug on the left side of my shirt. And, yes, you can only imagine my horror...the SENSOR! It was still with me. I didn't have time to take it anywhere to remove it and I never keep receipts so who would believe me anyway? You could be looking at the first person in reunion history to wear a shirt with its' sensor still attached. I certainly did atleast put on a different shirt to go buy groceries as I did NOT want to make the Wal-Mart alarms go off. Thoughtful wasn't it?
All night, I was tormented by thoughts that my sensor might actually be seen. So, I decided to share my secret to an inner circle. I guess that makes me a perpetuator of clicks. Oh well...it gave us a good laugh. And my sensor can now go down in reunion history books. Cheers to a really fun night. Pics to follow soon!
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