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So it's over. My 10 year reunion has come and gone. And holy crap was it fun.

My friends Sudha and Squirt were the ones who came into town. The three of us went together. The first step to proving to our former classmates just how mature and grown up we are was to get dropped off at the reunion by Squirt's mom. Yes it's true. Squirt wouldn't let her drop us off at the door so she parked, and we waited a minute and got out.

Right when we got out I saw my ex junior high/high school/college boyfriend and his wife. I haven't seen him in almost 7 years, and it was super awkward talking to him at first because I didn't know what to say. I don't even know him anymore, and when you don't know someone you try to find common ground, and one way to do that is to reminisce. But his wife was there so it's not like I could say, "So remember when we used to make out in your hot tub?" So instead I gave him a hug and asked to see a picture of his baby. Then I was like, "Let's drink."

Squirt and I decided to play this game where any time anyone would ask us if we were seeing anyone, married or had kids, we would do a shot. Within 30 seconds of being there, we both had to do 2 shots so we quickly ended that game for fear of our lives. We found our nametags and noticed in horror that our senior pictures were on them. My spiral perm was in full effect. As my friend Jeremy put it, "Oh great-I just spent the last 10 years trying to erase this."

The only word I can use to describe how it felt is "surreal". It was surreal seeing all these people who 10 years ago pretty much made up my entire world. Squirt and I were both rather freaked out for the first couple of hours so to combat that feeling, we drank. And we drank a lot.

Here are some interesting stats for you guys:
Number of guys there that I used to have crushes on/obsessions with in junior high/high school: 3
Number of guys I used to have crushes on/obsessions with who now know that fact: 3 (thanks, Squirt)
Number of those same guys who I might still have a crush on: 2
Number of those same guys who asked me out: 1
Is the guy who asked me out 1 of the 2 I might still have a crush on?: No. Of course not.
Did I say I would go out with him and give him my number?: Yes.
Am I going to go out with him?: No.

I know that's rude, but a) I was really drunk, b) I seriously couldn't stop laughing at the fact that he was asking me out and c) quit judging me, Internet! Maybe it's time you turned that finger back on you. I'm talkin' 'bout the man in the mirror.

There is one boy in particular who I was seriously obsessed with. Saturday when I was talking to him (and his wife), I may have reverted back to age 17 and started hyperventilated a little bit inside because I was talking to him. When he left he gave me a big hug, told me he was really glad to see me and to be good. And I swear in my head I said, "Oh my God I am so writing this in my diary."

Overall, I would say the majority of people looked better than they did in high school. I was surprised by that. I definitely don't look better (save the perm), but I did have some cleavage in full effect so maybe no one noticed. My one friend Jeremy (who is gay) grabbed my cheeks and told me my face was "full, fabulous and fresh!" and then he hugged me. That is the nicest way I have ever been called fat before.

The best thing about the reunion for me was that everybody was really, really nice. I didn't dislike too many people in high school. We had an awesome class for the most part, but the few people who were jerks in high school, on Saturday, were genuinely nice, sincere and interested in how I was doing. Also there were several people there who in high school were so unhappy and painfully shy and insecure, and I just knew that if they could just get away from here they would blossom. A few of those people came up to me, too, and had finally come into their own and were confident and happy-everything I wanted for them. That was the best. I had so many awesome conversations with so many different people.

I mean really that's what the reunion is for, right? To come together with the people that shaped your past and share stories and camaraderie. Or it's to get Drew Scalero's belt buckle stuck on your zipper which is what happened towards the end of the night just as the bar owner was kicking us out.

Before we left Sudha and I stole some food, sang "Hollaback Girl" 20 million times, tore Squirt away from the guy who had a mullet all the way through 12th grade (seriously, dude-we went to high school during the grunge era) and then called Squirt's mom to come pick us up. And now I guess I really am writing it in my diary. Whoa-full circle.

P.S. Squirt and Sudha – Thank God you guys were there. I wouldn't have gone if you weren't. Love you guys. Thanks for being the 2 other drunkest people there.

P.P.S. Matty, I wish you had been there.

P.P.P.S. Have a great summer! K.I.T.