The secrets we keep

Conversation overheard in the bathroom at Conor's:

Girl in stall: If I ask you a question, do you promise to be completely honest?

Girl at sink: I don't know if I can promise that, but go ahead.

Girl in stall: Is there going to be an after-party?

Pass the calamine

My 10 year high school reunion was this past weekend. Believe it or not, it wasn't the torture I imagined it would be. I, of course, was worried about being less accomplished than my former peers and feeling fat. Neither happened-everyone was very nice and it wasn't about the dreaded comparisons which I always feared a reunion would be. It was strange seeing all these people that you knew as a kid-just drinking legally now. I got to catch up with 2 of my best friends from school, remember all the good times, see who married who, and find out I was still in a fight with someone. I am hoping at the 20 year reunion I will find out what the fight is actually about. It was very high school when after 10 minutes everyone had segregated into the old groups, however, after some drinking things got more social. Overall it was a fine time and I am glad I went-my body on the other hand, was not.

Turns out I am allergic to high school. The next morning I woke up with a rash covering my entire body below the neck-by that I mean I has a rash everywhere, yes, even there. After taking benadryl (actually, the turn of events went more like: freaking out, waking my sister up and then taking the benadryl) I spent the day going through things I could be allergic to. The usual suspects were on the list: food, drink, laundry detergent, soap, lotion, etc, but other than the not-so-good buffet food nothing was out of the ordinary. The final conclusion was that I was, in fact, allergic to high school. Guess it's good it's over.