The Reunion Part One

I left school, high school, many moons ago and I haven't seen most of my fellow pupils for over twenty-five years.  So, when I was recently invited to an unofficial reunion, I pondered.  Number one reason not to go, as you well know, is that I'm socially awkward.  If ever there was someone born to live in solitude and write all day long... it was me.  Secondly, we all have different lives now and we may be different people than we were so long ago. 

On the plus side, the curiosity is killing me, if I hate it after an hour, I can leave and if I go this time and hate it, I know not to even consider the next one.

I canvassed opinion.  My friend Soose advised that she attended one a few years ago, slightly different as she went with friends and not alone, you think there will be a lot of one-upmanship, but there isn't.  My friend Tracy advises to go for it, you'll be nervous until you get there, then you'll be fine.  If it's not great, you can make your excuses and leave.

After a month long, open invitation, it was on the morning of the event that I decided I should go, the event was being held at a local pub, the old stomping ground actually and the place of my first underage drink.

So, one nervous stomach for the whole of the day and I was running five minutes late, but finally, ready to face my past, face my school daze.  It felt like the dawning of a new term and I remembered how much I loathed the dawning of a new term. 

I didn't try too hard with the outfit and the look.  Make-up was my usual day slap and I chose a bright red loose top, (thought the red would give me confidence,) Gap cropped khaki's and  a mid heel peep toe that I've had for years.  Not sexy, not overly smart, mostly smart/cashz, can't go wrong with a bit of SC if you're not sure, plus I felt like I looked okay.

I arrived at the venue and powered on in, didn't hesitate once I got there, thought it best not to.  So in I walked alone, straight up to the bar and stood beside three or four other women.  The woman to my left turned; "Hi J, what are you drinking?"  Could I have had a smoother entrance?