Although I had barely known Lorri, when I got the invitation, I said “yes”. So we got onto a plane and flew to Arizona. Partly, it was because yo lady is now living in the area. Partly, because I wanted to see other people from CMU. And amazingly, as it is always, we did.
I remember the fond moments from when I first met people. Did I really think of them that way? We were standing outside all of us with significant others. Then we started talking about the Halloween party from 2004. How did we get back? How drunk were we? What happened at the end? Apparently I was the only one remembering anything, because everyone was so drunk.
Then this morning, I looked back at what I wrote then. It’s interesting that first impressions don’t change.
Most of the wedding reception, after dinner, we were gossiping outside. Sometimes though I felt kind of outsiderish when I realized that I was caught in a parenting conversation. Sometimes I could force myself to part of it—oh really? that’s interesting. But all I could really share is about myself—oh yes, that’s what happened to me too as a kid. And that topic was always a little awkward.
Chris was fine during the reception and outside, selling the Instant Pot to peeps. But then suddenly, afterwards, he was bothered that we were going to after party. And as soon as we got there, Chris complained back was hurting. And that by itself put a damper on the mood was other people were gossiping. But as a result, I felt suddenly awkward and my energy draining to fit in. And of course, Chris was refusing to stand up and just sat far away, quiet and stuff. I am trying to balance being mad and being accepting.