No matter how long ago it was.
The party was grand. The alcohol was abundant. The food was good and kept you coming back for more. And dessert was heavenly.
I wasn’t the most social girl back then (as referenced inmy last post). I wasn’t the most popular. I wasn’t the most overly involved either (I did my fair share of community service, I was part of the chorus, and the Asian Association). But I had a lot of people I could chill with and talk to — no matter the class.
I saw all the popular people. I saw all the rich people. I saw their bright sparkly jewelry, their huge designer bags, and their bleached blond hair. I saw the guys who dressed in their best suits, name dropped as easily as they breathed, and their perfectly folded pocket squares. And I saw how easy it was, how practiced it is for them to look directly at me, make eye contact, and barely recognize or register my existence at all.
I saw my friends from other classes, people I’ve met from other parties. I’ve talked to them for the full three hours. I networked. I chatted. I shared fond memories. And some things, I’m happy, they never changed.
We’re still the quirky crazy Choaties who have interests as varied as law, theater, pre-med, sciences, philosophy. But we grew up… and we never forgot that.