I have only one incident to report on the class reunion this evening. I met several nice people whom I will surely remember more about tomorrow but for tonight that's all I can say. The incident I report happened in the ladies' room at the Handlebar. I was waiting, not so patiently, for an empty stall (there were only two) and the following conversation took place between me and the other girl waiting and the two girls who were occupying said stalls:
Girl waiting: I know you, you graduated in '80 with us.
Me: No, that wasn't me, that was my sister.
Girl waiting: When did you graduate?
Stall 1 girl: I graduated in 1974!
Me: From Thomas Jefferson?!
Stall 1 girl: No, from Bridge City.
Me: (Then I really don't give a f**k. Hurry up!) Oh, I graduated from Thomas Jefferson.
Stall 2 girl: I graduated in 1977.
Me: From Thomas Jefferson?! My brother graduated in 1977!
Stall 2 girl: No from Mauriceville.
Me: (Do you think I give a sh*t if you graduated from Mauriceville in 1977?! Hurry the hell up!) Oh, my brother graduated from Thomas Jefferson in 1977.
Stall 2 girl: Oh.
Me whispering to other girl waiting: What is she DOING in there for God's sake?!
Other girl waiting (also whispering): I think I saw her eat a bran muffin earlier.
Maybe you had to be there.