Okay, so not exactly 20 years ago TODAY, but I CAN admit that my 20th high school reunion was last fall. Ugh. I didn’t go. But anyway, I have nothing interesting to report craftwise or foodwise, so I thought I’d bore some of you with the following tidbit. The eavesdropping site reminded me of a time in high school when a group of us went to our local hangout, Fryer’s Quality Pie. It was a 24-hour joint that served a huge variety of pie. It was a weird and unhip place, and we loved it. This one time we were seated at the big table directly underneath the bug zapper. There was a balding guy in a pink oxford cloth shirt sitting by himself in the corner. After we’d been there for a while, he got up and handed us a couple sheets of steno paper on which he had jotted snippets of our conversation. I still have those sheets, and this is what they say:
GROUP. I am not a punk rocker
Wait–let us order
How about buttermilk pancakes
They spelled biscuits right
Is it good?
I get scared really easily
Soft or hard ice cream
OK I’ll get it
With a glass of milk
I have to have mlk
I hate milk
a la mode
I could … every day
Oh shut up!
I don’t like any dairy product in my food.
She’s like half …
Half-what?
OK. What about her?
Do you like her?
She’s supposed to be really nice.
What happened, what happened?
So Lisa & Mary …
There was blood on it …
Murdered girls with a cleaver
You guys … I’m sorry
Manson was white.
This is a very simplistic explanation
It could have been better
Did you see …
Who? Who?
Vitamin deficiency
Do fish face
Do it! Do it!
Put your lips out
Do fish lips
Her eyes look better
Hmmm!
Are they punk rockers!
What kind is it.
Who’s that?
He was in European History
Tyler never came
…Levi’s for at least a year.
…turn in inside-out.
Hot. Water Water Hot
What. We’re considered a clique.
I’ve told this to Tina
Be quiet. Every single one of you said that to me
That’s so funny. That’s funny
It’s true. Who belongs to this clique.
David likes that. Maybe David needs that.
EVeryone’s like that. Frozen yogurt.
…is so disgusting
I remember we had a big laugh reading it and trying to figure out who said what. Idiocy can be fun, you know.
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an eavesdropping poem – i love it
That “conversation” is hysterical. It reminds me of my high school conversations with friends. Was a thought ever completed?
By the way, my 20th high school reunion was this past fall also. I didn’t go either. Yuck.
What’s wrong with you guys??? You didn’t go to your 20th? I had a blast at mine. All the cheerleaders look like crap and the hunky football players? They looked like crap, too. Fun! *teehee* I don’t even want to think about some of the conversations I was having 20+ years ago. 😉
I have no desire to see anyone I went to high school with, save the people I’m still friends with…ok, the one person I’m still friends with, and I see her far more than every five years. I love–LOVE–the conversation poem. I can just picture a group of teens sitting around a table, all talking over each other.
My brother & I agree that neither of us has any interest in our class reunions. I got an invitation to my 10th about 5 yrs.ago & someone was offering their backyard for visitors to camp out to attend! Can you imagine?? Sheesh.
I swear to god, this eavesdropping thing might be as big as the blog craze! A couple of KIPs ago, the usual Thursday night suspects were knitting @Letizia’s Coffee Shop.
I only mention coffee because by the volume of our conversation, it might’ve been magarita’s we were drinking while we were knitting. We had three tables pushed together and there was a guy at the table behind us.
He would listen with his ear in our direction, then furiously scawl down something in his notebook. I would put even money on it it was our very MONDO conversation. Especially when we were talking about who in Hollywood has had their lips done (always a favorite topic).
Next time, (if), I see him, I’m sneaking up on him and reading over his shoulder for sure…
Eavesdropping — the new “do it yourself” reality show!
I didn’t go to my 20th, either. I was a city girl briefly transplanted to a *very* rural high school. I certainly wasn’t Paris Hilton, but I was just about as out-of-place 🙂
I love this conversation poem. And I went to my 10th high school reunion in 2000, but I’ll definitely be skipping any in the future. Like Em, I keep in touch with people I want to keep in touch with, and that’s enough. I’m more than happy to leave high school in the past!