Reunion was supposed to be fun activity. It was if you weren’t seeing you partner of crime walking his new associate followed by evil minions; or, titles spread accross the hall by name card; or, cars so big and polished you had to park your old bike somewhere distant, and told your colleagues that you didn’t get suitable parking slot.
It was supposed to engaging conversation if you had the same shoes but you didn’t. All you heard were projects foreign to your knowledge, implying how low your horizon was. You didn’t reckonize the music because all you thought that day was a way of talking with your classmates without being too hideous.
What about those little rascals? Weren’t they cute? Look at those tiny hands and feet.
Either beautiful lady, or handsome gentlemen, was expected to be walking down beside you from the entrance to main hall. No, you walked in, alone, while still wearing coat, hands still shaking because of the cold, and hair messed up by the dry, chilling wind. Even when you were about to shake hands, you began to worry if your friends would feel the stiffness of your palm.
Dinner time couldn’t be more evil. Several tables were prepared for main course, some for entree, a few for beverages, and some for dessert. This was the time you had a meaningful conversation but, no, you couldn’t. Why was that?
Life you had been dealing with was, no way, not meaningful. But how would people react to those things? You had your share of experience when telling people the tale of dull people, working from one job to another just to barely meet the essential. You wouldn’t want that to happen again.
You wanted to get out but there was no one home yet. So, you decided to do something that would allow you to escape early: lying. Cheap bastards.
Hey, it’s me. May I come over? I was at the reunion. Yes. There is nobody home yet so I’m thinking to stop by for an hour or two, if that’s possible, of course.
After several shouting on the phone because of the background music and loud chatters, you started to take out your gloves, keys, and wear your jacket again. Mere hours felt like centuries.
Yeah, sure. Let me know if you’ve arrived. The gate should be unlocked as always. But should it be locked, you know the drill. See you then.
It was always easier to face windy road than warm people. You exited the building after saying that you had stuff take care, that you were sorry to leave early, etc.. You walked far enough to realize that the light, from where the reunion was held, seemed small. The sound from the building was also completely off.
You started your bike and rode away. Fifteen kilometres to go was written on your phone GPS. Rain and wind were forecasted to fall that night. But, you knew, it had always been better.