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February 15, 2013


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So much to say all in one comment.

Don't diss Newark Airport, too much - I grew up 10 minutes from there. It's funny, though, I grew up thinking that all airports were kind-of like EWR. . . then I wised up. Now, I try to only head to EWR if I'm connecting, just so that I don't have to run through security there.

A few years ago, I was teaching a night-class at a community college. The last day of class, the students typically get together and invite their favorite instructors out to a bar . . . I had been doing this for a few years, and was not surprised when the invite came out. I was surprised, however, when they said that it was a new bar, about half an hour away. But, no sweat - I went.

It was a strip club.

Anyway, me going to a strip club really isn't all that newsworthy. However, while there, there was a very . . . let's say vocal patron. The thing is, when you have a lot of testosterone mixed with lust and boobs and alcohol, it's not uncommon for cocky behavior to step out. But, every time he commented loudly, things just grated against me, though I couldn't place why.

Then, I went to the bathroom, before heading out, and I ran into this same patron -- and we recognized each other, immediately. We had gone to high school together. So, in a nude bar four hours from where we grew up, we caught up over shots of patron.

I can only imagine what was running through this old classmate's mind if you thought he was hot, then. Because, well, you ain't so bad on the eyes, now, Kit.

And lastly, I'm coming up on 20 years. I do believe that it's bullshit.


I love your writing so much! (and never would have guessed high school was 24 years ago)

The Borg Blog

So was mine... (High School 24 years ago...) Creeps up on you, doesn't it?

I grew up in the DC area, and was living in San Francisco and saw someone on the bus who looked very familiar, and yet, very different one day, and sure enough, once I got the courage to ask her, it was someone from high school. It was so strange to see her in such a different environs!


Met a girl who lived a couple doors down from me when I went to college. Looked familiar. Turned out to be my best friend from 1st grade. I moved away in 2nd grade. We are friends to this day.

Aunt Cindy

Class of '89? I was totally cool in that Junior in Calculus kind of way!

I got a job at a company with a guy I went to high school with. I struck up a conversation with him. He was an ass. Glad your guy wasn't!


24 years? My goodness, how time flies when you're having fun.


Isn't it crazy how some people look the same-ish and others look like they've had a complete face/body makeover? In my experience, people are generally a LOT nicer once high school is way back in the rear view mirror. I know I am.


LOL! I loved this story, but my favorite part was the last line!

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