Many of you have been having those five and ten year reunions…
I just had mine again. I wasn’t worried about it at all. After all, I was a cool kid in high school. Yeah, I had my share of haters there too, but screw them.
I’m not someone to jack with in person and they never do.
Going in I felt like, "Yeah, I’ve done better than you guys thought I would." Not a good attitude to have. I work out with Bruce Ecton, the chairman of our reunions. Bruce had told me we’d be doing the Blue Moose in Prairie Village on Friday and Indian Hills Country Club on Saturday for the biggie.
So I asked one of my girls, Jessie, a 28 year-old hottie. She’s built and a decent gal but looks way too wild. Hey, I wanted to make a statement as usual – that I’m still playing ball. I’d taken my ex, actress Sandhal Bergman to her 40th two years ago. She was the star of that one, but I knew a lot of her friends since I as a sophomore when she was a senior at Shawnee Mission East.
Many of my classmates remembered that I didn’t attend the 30th. I was too busy being indicted by the Feds. Front page news along with a little thing called 9/11 on the exact same day.
So I was surely the talk of that one but not in a good way.
"I knew Craig was up to no good…dope dealing jerk. Probably sells to our kids. Yeah, he drives a Ferrari. What an asshole."
So yeah, I was in the mood to make a little noise. Since then I’ve had book deals, a book, film deals, three movies I produced have come out, Stanford’s is doing well, on and on. So yeah, I was a litte worked up.
But guess what? I was wrong.
I shouldn’t have been such an idiot. The class couldn’t have been cooler, nicer or warmer to me and to everyone who attended. The Blue Moose was so much fun. Indian Hills redone to the tune of six million bucks was like the new Arrowhead, simply gorgeous. My date was treated great, I made her change her super mini skirt to a top and jeans for Indian Hills. Everyone was glad to see me and me them. It was a great, great time.
I was maybe the only "bad cool kid" there.
The rest of my bad guy and girl schoolmates spent too much time getting high, drinking, and not doing well at life. Some were already dead.
The people at the reunion – about 25% of our class of 700 – were mostly well to do and had nice lives. They were in shape and acted pretty damn nice to each other. Ages 56-58, hey its time to live and let live.
The kids who were geeks were now the ‘stars’ and the cool kids were no more.
People didn’t go into their ‘groups’ as they had at other reunions, like the 10th or the 20th. Yeah, it was nice. Got some numbers of a few old pals and planned a few lunches. But truth be known, in all likelihood most of us will never see one another again as long as we live.
We are all just memories of a life gone by…
I miss being the young "cool kid," I really do. I did great at being cool. And I’m still in shape and handsome in my mid 50’s but man, to be young and me again. Boy, I’d shake up the world Life it just goes by so God Damn fast.
So go to your reunions and remember yesterday cause tomorrow’s just a blink away.
I loved Shawnee Mission East and I miss those days.