Brian (digibri) wrote,
Brian
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I had a lovely weekend (Fri & Sat)

Friday night I ate dinner with my sister, her husband, and my niece. Little
Bethany is nearly two, and still as precocious as ever. She wanted to show
me her Haloween costume, and so ran out of the room with her mom and then
returned wearing a "horsie" costume. It was a furry fabric costume with a
hood that had a stuffed horse's head on top (complete with mane) and it even
had a matching tail. "Cute" does not begin to describe the experience.


Saturday I woke up and did a little light reading, with the golden light of
indian summer streaming in the window. After a quiet morning, I got ready
as I had a date to see "Pirates of Penzance" at the KC Repatory Theater. Both the company and
the show were splendid. I haven't laughed that hard in quite a while.

After the show we parted and I headed out to zerself's Autumnal
Festival of pumpkin carving and apple pie making. Though I could only stay
an hour, I enjoyed the company and peeled a number of apples and diced
strawberries as well.

Next I headed to a rather odd event...my 20th year Catholic Grade School
Reunion.
I had always been a skinnly little dorky kid who simply didn't undersand
much of what his peers thought was cool; in general an outsider. To say
that I had a few mixed feelings about attending might be an understatement.
However, in the end I realized I couldn't stay way. Interestingly enough, I
was the only person at the reunion whom noone else could recognize. When I
would finally reveal my nametag (I had placed it on my shirt, under the
lapel of my sport jacket) the reaction was generally big and fairly
satisfactory.

This class I was part of was one of the "worst" classes in the recent
history of the school. I really don't know why this is, but it's the case
nonetheless. For instance, my class ran the music teacher out of the school
every year for maybe 5 years running. They caused a 7th grade teacher to
leave. They emotionally tortured a 6th grade teacher (Rose, her companion
had died during the school year, and someone put a dead rose on her desk
several different times). I suppose everyone gilds their childhood but I
was a little dismayed at how these people seemed unwilling to accept any of
that.

I found it interesting that the people at the reuninon wouldn't really
acknowledge mild remberances of these fairly nasty things our class had
done. They seemed mostly concerned with who had kissed whom, and
remembering the name of a particular principal. This group had always been
ruled by a sort of mob mentality, however, and I suspect that there simply
weren't enough of them present for a truly good comparison.

In the end, it was interesting to compare individulals with my memory of
them 20 years ago. Most all of them looked so much like their childhood
selves that it was uncanny.

B.
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