I used to go out almost every weekend. If there wasn't a movie worth seeing, or a friend who wanted to go relax with a drink or a dinner, bowling or whatever, then it just wasn't a Friday or Saturday night! Now it wasn't like we'd get all hootchied up and see how many numbers we could collect, we were more about spending time with each other and if we happened to see someone interesting or strike up a conversation with someone who wasn't just a drunk we were messing with for shits and giggles, but we had a good time. So when I go out now that I'm older (And wiser. Married. A Mommy.) I like to see what has become of people that I used to see out in that scene back in "the day" when I was a part of that crowd. I hate to sound like this but it makes you feel good to see people that used to be mean to you because they were more popular or (thought they were) higher on the social ladder back in High School. I love that graduation, college, and the real world makes things on a more level playing field and who is a band geek and who is sucking off the quarterback after the Friday Night Lights go off doesn't really matter so much anymore come Monday morning because there is no home room. I like to keep tabs on who's where and doing what with people that I knew throughout my school years but at the same time it always makes me laugh a little at who is still living out their high school popularity and what girls still think that their shit don't stink eventhough they're sloppy drunk and waking up to God knows who the next morning. There was a girl who lost a bunch of weight and was popular in most all crowds in High School. No longer was she a little more pudgy with baby fat like in 7th and 8th grade and she was now cool enough to date older guys, get a tattoo before her diploma and feel unobligated to make the best grades because she wanted to fit in. She married early, and sadly it didn't work out and now she's back on the singles scene at the hot bar of the night with her friends drowning her sorrows. I feel bad for her because she seemed happy and she lost her husband way too early. It must be really tough to go through that. However, your sympathy goes out the window when she glares at you and throws her nose up as she walks by and whispers something to her friend like she's better than you still. I'd love to be mean and tell her that atleast my extra 10lbs was from becoming a Mommy and not just substituting grief counseling for more Bud Light. Another girl, coincidentally a BFF of the Snooty girl, ran into me at the Pediatricians office. She sat there, rainbow streaked hair, trying to fit into her cut offs and XL t-shirt eventhough she's atleast 5 or so months pregnant. A short "Hey." and that was all the conversation she wanted to have before burying her nose into a magazine although we were the only ones in the waiting room with our sons. Although I said "Nice seeing you, bye!" as I left and I would've been okay to catch up with her a little I realized that she still probably thought she was above it all. She always seemed to be a girl who would be okay to talk to you in private but then call you a loser when her friends were around. I went to my car and felt a little bit weird about the situation like maybe I should've initiated more of a conversation and what not but in the back of my mind I realized that I'd seen her two months ago at a bar. I guess she must've taken a late pregnancy test or just didn't care? You know how there's always that one mouthy kid that's still a good athlete and popular becuase he's a known jerk so he's good for some laughs? I ran into him at the bar as well! It's funny because suddenly his jerk attitude doesn't work for him anymore and you can tell he's struggling to get that approval and attention he used to get. Funny thing is that the mouthiness is the cause of his downfall. Apparently he tried to get into a Frat house that wouldn't take him because of his attitude and mouth (surprise surprise), he started working as a door guy at a trendy club, ran his mouth so much he had numerous people wanting to kick his ass, ended up calling the cops to the bar because of one threat, and was social outcasted for a while because upon their arrival the cops uncovered cocaine and underage girls at the club. And as I stood there I remembered how his Dad would run him down over his last baseball game or how he wasn't the best student and was worried that his grades would keep him from being able to play come Spring time, and yet I could hear his mouth clear across the room gnawing at my eardrums. I realized that I'm really glad that I don't hang out in that crowd. Eventhough some days just having an above G rated conversation without having to spell out words that I didn't want my 2 year old to repeat back or that would set him into a tantrum (such as N-A-P) would be nice, or that I would give anything for an occasion to fix my hair and makeup decently and wear a non-kid friendly outfit would be great, I guess I've evolved to where I'd rather just sit at home with my guys who don't judge me for how I look and bring that middle school drama into everything. Hell, jell-o jigglers are even better than jell-o shots now a days. |
