On Our Way To Crazy

I had to get a shot on Friday. A SHOT. I do not do needles. At all. Or doctors, really, for that matter. She asked me when I had my last tetanus shot and I was all, “Oh, I got one before college! I am awesome at medical upkeep!” And that’s when she told me that if it had been ten years, I was due for another one. Not cool. But I have been milking the sore-arm-can’t-do-anything-for-myself thing for all it’s worth.

Since it’s been ten years since I was getting ready for college, that also means it’s been ten years since I graduated high school. My class set up this website where people can upload pictures and fill out a little thing about themselves, and I am OBSESSED with it. I check it all the time. I don’t know why, but I am always so surprised when people married other people from our class. Does that happen a lot? I don’t think any of our married friends went to high school together.

The website has taught me something about myself: I have a terrible memory. The main page has a list of recently updated profiles, and I very rarely have any idea who these people are. The name will sound vaguely familiar, and I’ll think I know, and then I click the name and the picture comes up and one of two things will happen. I either know the face, but it’s not the one I thought went with the name, or I have never seen that person before in my life. What is wrong with me?

Relatedly, my high school reunion is in September. I am going, and I am scared. What does one wear to a high school reunion? Ours is at a bar, thankfully, and not some random hotel ballroom that would require fancy dressing. Can I wear jeans? I have some really nice super dark rinse jeans and an excellent pair of strappy wedges that I love. Can I wear that with a cool top? I don’t know what to do. I need an outfit that says, “Look at me! I am so much cooler than I was in high school and my life is completely awesome. Which you can totally tell by how my outfit looks great on me but does not at all look like I’m trying too hard. Don’t you wish we were friends?”

I have a problem with shopping for big events. I always seem to buy something that I think I really love, wear it on that one occasion, and then never wear it again. What is that all about? These are the pieces I spend the most money on and am most photographed in, but I do not love them. I think I get shopping paralysis and just buy the first thing that might kind of work. I am overwhelmed by the pressure to be fabulous!

I would write more, but I can’t. My arm totally hurts. Will you get me a glass of tea?