Exiled

I always considered the title of this blog somewhat of a joke.

Come to find out, it's the truth.

I have moved to small town America where I, and my family, am judged mercilessly.

I am alone in my home and in the town in which I live.

I have come to trust no one and to question every friendly smile.

I find I long for the anonimity of city dwelling, although I do not like living in the city.

I am deeply disappointed in people. I should not be surprised. Everyone has their own agenda. To hide their shortcomings they gossip about people they don't really know.

People like me.

Bullying doesn't stop at the school yard.

Reunion

The countdown in on for the end of school. Junior is chomping at the bit and sooooo ready to be done with second grade.

I'm with him. I wasn't a big fan of school when it was my turn to be shunted through the public school system. In fact, I disliked it so much I managed an early graduation of sorts. I did graduate with my class in June, but I finished my public high school career in January of that year.

Many years ago. And this year is a reunion year. I won't tell you how many, because I'm in denial myself. Suffice to say it's in the double digits and you're not getting any more out of me.

Many of my close friends are scattered to the four winds. But, with the prospect of a reunion for all of the classes of our graduating decade, a few of us attempted to hook up. We didn't actually attend the reunion. It was a three-day affair and we were only interested in one evening of reminiscing and nostalgia.

So we put our collective heads together and had our own mini-reunion.

It was very small. Partly because it was so last minute. It kind of turned into a protracted girls night out. Like a girls weekend out.

There was good company, good food, and plenty of tequila. I feel that the ability to enjoy a cocktail with friends is a defining factor in really being away from home with no responsibilities for a couple of days. And as far as cocktails go, I love margaritas.

Mmmmmmm, tequila.

Throw in some chips and salsa and Homer would be proud.

I had a great time catching up with long-time friends. I refuse to say old. The date on my birth certificate may be shocking, but I am not old. My friends are not old either. Other people in my life are old. I have to do something about that.

I give my thanks to the tequila gods and my friends who are willing to travel.