Judecorp.

Last weekend was a weekend of reunions.

For starters, my 15-year high school reunion was on Saturday. I had not previously attended any reunions, nor did I have the desire, but I feel like 15+ can be amusing. After all, in 15 years, people start to go bald, get settled, get out of the rut of high school once and for all. I was told the 5-year reunion was exactly like high school in terms of who talked with whom. I don't know about the 10. But 15 could be fun, so we went.

There was a really low turnout which was kind of a bummer because I wanted to see what became of folks, but I had a decent time anyway. I got to see a girl I went to school with from K-12 and that was fun, and then just basically say hi to some folks I'd pretty much forgotten all about, and then catch up with some folks I found on Facebook as well. Aah, Facebook.

One thing I will say is that I forget sometimes that I live in a bubble of hippie liberals and that I went to a wealthy private school that tended to be New England conservative. Apparently the husband of the woman who organized the reunion got into a little chat with my good friend Jeff's wife (who is also a good friend) and said husband was shocked - shocked - that she was a woman who was not a supporter of Sarah Palin. And then there was my wife who unfortunately got cornered by a friend's husband, who tends to like to talk ad nauseum about the Catholic Church (he is big time Catholic and Sons of Italy and all of that) and random politics, especially Holy Land politics. Apparently he didn't say anything bad about Teh Gays, though.

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We spent the night in Boston since the reunion was in Providence and because lorac graciously offered to babysit. It was the first time anyone babysat Punk for more than an hour, and the first time during nighttime business. My hope was to get Punk down and then leave, but it didn't really work out like that and poor lorac ended up sitting in the chair with Punk until 9pm or so and then dealing with wake-ups as well. Sorry, lorac! Hopefully she is still speaking to us. :)

But the real point of the Boston business is that it was awesome to see lorac and her husband again. I can't believe I have now known her about 15 years (since I met her as a first year in college) and that we now have kids. We met up with more of the Boston gang for dim sum on Sunday morning and while we used to get together for years and years, now all of us at the dim sum table had children. It's kind of cool to see that happen.

Part of me really wishes we had found a way to stay in Boston and have Punk and a house and stuff but the rational part of me knows that we never would have been able to swing it... and Jen wouldn't have had the job opportunity she has here that she really really likes. And I doubt we'd ever have a big backyard. But I miss the folks and I /really/ miss the opportunity to raise our kids together and be a village. Really miss it.

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That's all the exciting news here. I'm off to Canton tomorrow for an EI training (zzzzz) and not really looking forward to 4 hours of driving. But my portfolio is due in June and I need to get a move on. Good times.

Today I attended the bridal shower of a girl whom I've known since I was 5 years old. Natalie entered my school in Grade 1 and we rose through the ranks together until high school graduation, when she left for music recording school in Florida that she learned about in the college issue of Rolling Stone magazine after spending several years trying to get everyone to smoke, swear, and sleep with men old enough to be our parents. (No joke.) Now she's a W-lovin', Reppie-card carryin', missile company workin' soon-to-be-married lady. Welcome to Bizarro World, Population: Me.

I get kind of antsy about any sort of event that involves anyone I knew back in the day because I dread the endless stream of being introduced to strangers as "Judie." (I can tolerate people I see once in a million years doing it but don't really need a whole new crop of people doing it. That's like being introduced as "Frank.") However, that didn't really happen much today - it was a small crowd and I knew most of the people aside from some family members. (There were only 4 non-family members there, only one I did not know.)

At some point the fiance of the girl I didn't know arrived to pick her up, and I knew him because he went to high school with me, too, though we never talked. So we sat down and commenced with the chit chat, wherein he asked what I was up to (married, social worker, live in Boston). He started making with the chit chat with Natalie about her recent move to Colorado, and I made some comment about how she must be happy 'cause there are a lot of conservatives there. (Natalie and I have an agreement that we will only joketalk politics because otherwise we will never speak again.) And then Tom says, "You're conservative?" and I gasp and say, "No, NO, I'm a social worker, sheesh!" thinking he's on my team and then he makes some comment about how he'll spend his time talking to Natalie then, while I'm up in the "bastion of liberalness called Massachusetts."

And I smile, and sip my water, and say, "Well, since it's the only place we're married I'd say we should stick around awhile. It must be lovely to have the blessing of being married anywhere you want to go." And then I was officially the CONVERSATION KILLER.

My little blast of righteous indignation was not nearly as fun as being able to correct Casey when she said something about 'my girlfriend' and I got to say, "Wife, actually. We got legally married a couple of months ago."

*insert big effing cheesy ass grin here*

We're old married ladies and I love it, love it, love it.