see you!” Bridget said, with her hand extended.
Plum grimaced as she gave Bridget’s hand a limp shake. “It’s Plum.”
Mirroring Plum’s gesture from before, Bridget clamped a hand to her mouth. “Oh my God. So sorry about that Plum . My bad. I don’t know why I can never get that right.” She giggled innocently while Jonathan stood behind her laughing.
I glared at Bridget and then turned back to Plum. “Anyway, it was good to see you! Maybe we’ll see you inside,” I said, before grabbing Bridget by the hand and whispering, “C’mon,” to Jonathan.
“Dumb Sheridan. Priceless, Bridged,” Jonathan said, still laughing.
When we got to the entrance of the banquet room, I stopped for a second so we could get ourselves together. “Was that really necessary, Bridget? It’s been ten years since high school. We should just let it go.”
Bridget snorted. “Let it go, huh? Is that what Plum was doing? She called you Kim Short . Seems to me like she’s still in high school.”
I mumbled, “You’re right.” Finally appreciating the humor of the situation, I started giggling. “Although I’m not entirely sure Plum was being intentionally mean. It’s possible Hannah’s joke went right over her head.”
“Hence, Dumb Sheridan. Betcha she didn’t get that joke either,” Bridget said, rolling her eyes.
“Probably not.” I said.
I looked inside the banquet room where I estimated there to be about one hundred of my former classmates. I immediately spotted Gilbert Ames who had proudly donned our school mascot’s uniform (tiger) at every football game. I had pictured the room set up with lots of tables for six or eight, like a wedding, but the Club Room was far more intimate. Almost everyone was either sitting on or standing around the many cozy looking couches that were spread around the room. There was even a roaring stone fireplace. There was a constant buzz in the room but it was too loud to make out any particular conversation. Beyonce’s Crazy in Love was playing in the background. I guessed someone on the reunion committee had made a playlist featuring the most popular songs from 2003 since the class voted against spending money on a DJ.
“Nice,” Jonathan said. “Very old school New York.”
“Agreed,” Bridget said.
Turning around to do a 360 of the room, I contemplated who to talk to first. “Should we stick together or go our separate ways?”
“I see Andy and Pete. I’m off,” Jonathan said and without awaiting a response from us, walked away to meet up with his own best friends from high school.
“Okay, then. And then there were two.” I looked at Bridget whose eyes watched Jonathan as he walked across the room. “Unless you want to follow him and say hi to Andy and Pete. Haven’t seen them a while.”
Bridget shrugged. “Nah. Let’s go to the bar! I’m sure we’ll see someone we want to say hi to there.”
I didn’t think Bridget needed another drink but since my own buzz was beginning to wear off, I took a quick look at my chest to make sure I wasn’t exposing any boob and followed her toward the bar. We made it there without being stopped, possibly because I refrained from making eye contact with anyone in the hope that I would have a drink in my hand before being approached by another alum. I was pretty certain Bridget had done the same.
Bridget handed me a bottle of Amstel Light, I clinked it against hers and turned back around to face the crowd. Relieved I didn’t see Hannah anywhere, I took a long gulp of my cold beer straight from the bottle. I contemplated asking for a glass since I doubted Christian Louboutin would have wanted his shoes worn by someone who drank beer straight from the bottle, but before I turned back around towards the bartender, I spotted Denise Porter approaching us. I recognized her immediately even though her naturally blonde hair had been dyed chocolate brown and her attire, a light blue knee-length wrap dress and simple black
Plum grimaced as she gave Bridget’s hand a limp shake. “It’s Plum.”
Mirroring Plum’s gesture from before, Bridget clamped a hand to her mouth. “Oh my God. So sorry about that Plum . My bad. I don’t know why I can never get that right.” She giggled innocently while Jonathan stood behind her laughing.
I glared at Bridget and then turned back to Plum. “Anyway, it was good to see you! Maybe we’ll see you inside,” I said, before grabbing Bridget by the hand and whispering, “C’mon,” to Jonathan.
“Dumb Sheridan. Priceless, Bridged,” Jonathan said, still laughing.
When we got to the entrance of the banquet room, I stopped for a second so we could get ourselves together. “Was that really necessary, Bridget? It’s been ten years since high school. We should just let it go.”
Bridget snorted. “Let it go, huh? Is that what Plum was doing? She called you Kim Short . Seems to me like she’s still in high school.”
I mumbled, “You’re right.” Finally appreciating the humor of the situation, I started giggling. “Although I’m not entirely sure Plum was being intentionally mean. It’s possible Hannah’s joke went right over her head.”
“Hence, Dumb Sheridan. Betcha she didn’t get that joke either,” Bridget said, rolling her eyes.
“Probably not.” I said.
I looked inside the banquet room where I estimated there to be about one hundred of my former classmates. I immediately spotted Gilbert Ames who had proudly donned our school mascot’s uniform (tiger) at every football game. I had pictured the room set up with lots of tables for six or eight, like a wedding, but the Club Room was far more intimate. Almost everyone was either sitting on or standing around the many cozy looking couches that were spread around the room. There was even a roaring stone fireplace. There was a constant buzz in the room but it was too loud to make out any particular conversation. Beyonce’s Crazy in Love was playing in the background. I guessed someone on the reunion committee had made a playlist featuring the most popular songs from 2003 since the class voted against spending money on a DJ.
“Nice,” Jonathan said. “Very old school New York.”
“Agreed,” Bridget said.
Turning around to do a 360 of the room, I contemplated who to talk to first. “Should we stick together or go our separate ways?”
“I see Andy and Pete. I’m off,” Jonathan said and without awaiting a response from us, walked away to meet up with his own best friends from high school.
“Okay, then. And then there were two.” I looked at Bridget whose eyes watched Jonathan as he walked across the room. “Unless you want to follow him and say hi to Andy and Pete. Haven’t seen them a while.”
Bridget shrugged. “Nah. Let’s go to the bar! I’m sure we’ll see someone we want to say hi to there.”
I didn’t think Bridget needed another drink but since my own buzz was beginning to wear off, I took a quick look at my chest to make sure I wasn’t exposing any boob and followed her toward the bar. We made it there without being stopped, possibly because I refrained from making eye contact with anyone in the hope that I would have a drink in my hand before being approached by another alum. I was pretty certain Bridget had done the same.
Bridget handed me a bottle of Amstel Light, I clinked it against hers and turned back around to face the crowd. Relieved I didn’t see Hannah anywhere, I took a long gulp of my cold beer straight from the bottle. I contemplated asking for a glass since I doubted Christian Louboutin would have wanted his shoes worn by someone who drank beer straight from the bottle, but before I turned back around towards the bartender, I spotted Denise Porter approaching us. I recognized her immediately even though her naturally blonde hair had been dyed chocolate brown and her attire, a light blue knee-length wrap dress and simple black
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