I had circled April 4th 2009
on my calendar in red. Not because I was looking forward to it but because I
didn’t want it to sneak up on me.
on my calendar in red. Not because I was looking forward to it but because I
didn’t want it to sneak up on me.
It was my 10 year high school
reunion, and I was dreading it.
reunion, and I was dreading it.
If you asked anyone who knew me in
high school, they would tell you that I wouldn’t be caught dead at a reunion. High school was 4 years that I wanted to
forget.
high school, they would tell you that I wouldn’t be caught dead at a reunion. High school was 4 years that I wanted to
forget.
But here I was 10 years later and
my best friend was planning the reunion and begrudgingly I was going.
my best friend was planning the reunion and begrudgingly I was going.
I had borrowed the perfect Little Black
Dress for the occasion. It hugged in all the right places and gave me such a
false sense of confidence.
Dress for the occasion. It hugged in all the right places and gave me such a
false sense of confidence.
I had my friends and my husband by my side,
what could possibly go wrong.
what could possibly go wrong.
It started out innocently enough.
Over cocktails my friend Monica and I joked that we should each make up a profession
to tell people when they inevitably ask what we did for a living.
Over cocktails my friend Monica and I joked that we should each make up a profession
to tell people when they inevitably ask what we did for a living.
Monica wanted to say she was a
mortician and I decided that I would say I ghost write romance novels.
mortician and I decided that I would say I ghost write romance novels.
A dozen cocktails later, I came face
to face with my husbands ex, the one who came before me. A homely looking girl
who I had never been fond of, not that I knew her but I was quick to judge. And
I had heard stories from my husband, from my MIL and from my husbands best
friend. I had reason to judge.
to face with my husbands ex, the one who came before me. A homely looking girl
who I had never been fond of, not that I knew her but I was quick to judge. And
I had heard stories from my husband, from my MIL and from my husbands best
friend. I had reason to judge.
There she was looking oh so Little House on
the Prairie with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. A shaw in doors on a warm
April night. And there I stood drunk and high on my LBD.
the Prairie with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. A shaw in doors on a warm
April night. And there I stood drunk and high on my LBD.
She didn’t know me or who I was
married to. So when a mutual friend was talking to her I walked over and introduced
myself. And then when our mutual friend inevitably asked what I did for a
living, with confidence and conviction I said, “I ghost write romance novels”.
married to. So when a mutual friend was talking to her I walked over and introduced
myself. And then when our mutual friend inevitably asked what I did for a
living, with confidence and conviction I said, “I ghost write romance novels”.
Monica stood next to me looking
shocked as I continued to prattle on and on about how I wasn’t really supposed
to talk about my ghost writing and saying, “that I write a lot of bodice
rippers, you know trashy super market novels”.
shocked as I continued to prattle on and on about how I wasn’t really supposed
to talk about my ghost writing and saying, “that I write a lot of bodice
rippers, you know trashy super market novels”.
And then the mutual friend asked
for the names of the books and I was stumped. My drunk brain had never even
considered that she would ask. And my drunk brain was not too quick on its
feet.
for the names of the books and I was stumped. My drunk brain had never even
considered that she would ask. And my drunk brain was not too quick on its
feet.
I gulped my cocktail and muttered
that the book was called Twilight’s Lover and went to the bar for another
drink.
that the book was called Twilight’s Lover and went to the bar for another
drink.
10 minutes later my husband pulled
me from the dance floor.
me from the dance floor.
“What’s this I hear about you ghost
writing romance novels?” he said.
writing romance novels?” he said.
To which I replied, “who shows up
in a shawl” and proceeded to giggle uncontrollably.
in a shawl” and proceeded to giggle uncontrollably.
If you look closely you can see the shawl in the background.
Yeah I was a bitch but I blame the LBD.
Mama Kat’s writers workshop, topic write about a time you pretended to be someone you aren’t.
haha that is a ridiculous shawl!
Yes it was! Thanks for stopping by.
ha ha – very funny! The last time I even fit into a LBD was when I was IN high school!
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Very funny!!!!
Oh my! Too funny!
This story is hysterical and I love the shawl in the background. I would blame the LBD too.
It's amazing the power than an LBD can have : )
Funny…and being older, it's been my experience that those reunions bet better with time. We all tend to ease up on the expectations figuring if we've survived this far, we all have a few dings in the body armor.
I imagine that is true but I'm really hoping for no more reunions. 🙂
This is why I have never attended a class reunion in the last 35 years…LOL!
And why I will never attend one again.
Hahaha! Sounds like you had a good time 😉
So funny! I love that you answered his questions with "who shows up in a shawl?" I'm going to think about that later and laugh!
Glad you got a good laugh out of it. For days after the reunion I would just say "shawl" and burst into a fit of giggles.
Awesome. I always went with "flight attendant" on our girl trips to Vegas. Romance novel ghost writer is MUCH more fun. Great story.
That is so funny about the Ghost Writing. I just say 'I am a trophy wife' & leave out the part that I shop at the Good will and Walmart 🙂
So funny! I love it. If only we could all ghost write….