I am going to my high school reunion this weekend. I suppose that is why John Hughes has been on my mind lately. With Facebook, I’m not sure if high school reunions are necessary anymore. I have seen what everyone looks like and what they are up to so I’m not sure what is left to be said. Facebook reminds me of high school, anyhow.
I have packed my bags with two outfits, lots of jewelry and while I am thinking about it, I should probably add some underwear. But let’s be honest, I will probably end up buying a completely new outfit the day of the reunion just to be on the safe side. (Because right now I can’t decide WHICH Barry Manilow shirt to wear.)
Because you want to look better, be better than you were in high school. People thought I would be an attorney in San Fransisco about now. I’m not. I’ve been trying to think of creative descriptions for what I am doing, so that I can sound amazing while appearing to float on air. I write ads for the local paper isn’t doing it for me. I am on my third draft of a work in progress. I am working on a query letter.
But then you get asked: Are you published?
So I have thought of a few replies:
What do you mean by that?
And what are you up to?
Vomit just slightly
Not exactly going to start a conversation. I have three kids, married to a dentist. People will ask me dental questions. But it can be tricky to embellish right now because of google and facebook. If anyone has looked me up already, they will see that this is who I am, and if I say I am something I’m not, they can find out through google. (Because that is what I plan on doing.)
So I have decided to tell everyone I am a Wiccan. We’ll see what happens.
(I have no idea where high school pictures of me are. Be very grateful. Just imagine bright red hair and bad perm and you have a good idea.)