May 24, 2005
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Alma Matter…
Two long years I stayed away from the land of milk and coeds. Two years of holding off the surreal nostalgia of a wild and flowing era of yestermoon.
Yeah yeah, enough shit.
Upon arrival to the “Widest Main Street this side of the Mississip (sp!)” I remembered something long forgotten: the Wesleyan campus is absolutely gorgeous, but Middletwon is one shitty little town.
I don’t miss you at all.
But I do miss the people, and the crazy place. Staruday afternoon before Sunday commencement can only mean one thing: Eclenctic Reunion. A weird and sordid little tale. The past busts out of its cave and bashes you in the face. Rmember me! Well now you have to…
Janene and I once acted in Titanic, where I got naked.
Andrew pearlgut wore a massive Mohawk most of the time I knew him.
Sam and I met the crazy summer I spent in Middletown just hanging out playing scrabble (with Joel Sanders. Joel Sanders where are you). Mei Mei also joined Eclectic her Senior year, but I never really got know her that well.
Look at these fools.
It’s too much to explain. Moving on.
The only composite (the yearbook in a frame thingie that proves your face once belonged in this hall) I was ever in.
And its one of the worst pictures of me ever.
Oh how I miss the big chair. I was sitting in it when I was offered and denied a threesome proposal (that’s a completely different story for another post).
And then Bash walked in.
I met this guy the last reunion, and when he said his name, an older (but younger than Bash) alum spoke of him as this mythic figure of past, a time when eclectic really was eclectic.
So after the past, I met the figures of the present, the outgoing president, Elaine, who I only knew from listserve emails and reputation.
Time to just porch chill it.
With Jane, whose confident subdued bravado and wit have always surprised me.
And mark, who now also finds himself on the sidebar with his own political jabbering.
Tall, crazy, and hilarious Jack.
What can’t i say about George?
Julian with a scar, and Janene grabbing some great light with a good pose.
The man who saw the change.
This guy was Phi Nu Theta before the turn from elitist home of Squash captains, to the coed raucous rebellion of the now. They sometimes return angry and weepy. But he just wanted to carry on about the switch.
Then I found my application, which I always like to return to, to remind myself that sometimes I can be witty.
Oh, the incoming president, Sara (my father works at Hunry Man and probably came in to PS 260 for CNN) Oshman.
Three years ago, it had been eight years since a female presidented, and now its two in a row. Awesome vagina power!
Then more mythical meetings. Brendan O’Toole, fellow tech nerd and list serve administrator.
Finally have a face to the grumbling snide typings.
And his Class of 95 mates.
Willie “Beamin’ ” Berman, who later in the night I will inadvertently cock block.
Did I say more chillin’?
Jacob. I was almost in a play with him, but sadly, the production never flew.
Heather here shared many and English class as a comajorer, she now works in the registrar as she gets her Master.
There just are not enough words out there for Snow.
James Steiner barely remembers me, so I shall barely cover him.
Older crew on the porch.
Including Carla.
These cooks.
Karen, a charming older alum that I had met before at Althea’s party.
Then we went off to a graduating senior house barbacue, at these guys’ place.
Oh, but what nice melons you have, (they also had a second keg, which I thought was a bit ambitious)
We got rained on, and chilled more.
Then back to Eclectic after eating the BBQ out of house and home.
This is the GOTE room, where I got the best handjob I ever had.
Kerry came to town as well, to celebrate her borther’s commencement of think tanking.
We went to the crazy intimidating final night Tent party.
But I had to run away after I didn’t recognize a soul. Back to eclectic for reinforcements.
And back to the party.
Sam’s going off to Cali. I thought she wasn’t laid back enough, but she tried to prove it to me.
Nope, still don’t believe it.
Rachet here was nice and drunk for his graduation night-before.
Max went to Thatcher, my rival high school. He is also “going to” Dooya.
Kitnec went there too.
Can you smell a CB? (i did not mean to)
Ambience shot.
Lerner and Hugh.
After large annoying party, I returned to the house to find a balloon (poping) orgy.
Nick left.
And I locked myself out of Eclectic.
Which meant I slept next to (not with, believe it or not) Mei Mei, who felt bad and didn’t kick me to the curb.
Beautiful graduation.
And a good train ride back to NYC with kerry where she totally resisted my advances and did not sleep with me.
I miss you Wes. Thanks for the memories.
