Friday, April 29, 2005

City Life

I've been back in Montreal for about a week now. I forget how much I love the city. However, I forget how small of a city it can really be.

I graduated high school 5 years ago (goddammit I'm old). I don't really talk to anyone from high school besides my best friend, MC. Things happen, people go their separate ways. It's to be expected. Every now and then in the past 5 years - I mean rarely - I'll run into someone when I'm home in Montreal. This has only happened about 3 or 4 times throughout these years. In the past 2 days, I have run into 3 separate girls from high school. All of which I haven't seen since we graduated. It's much too weird for my tastes, especially when I can no longer remember their last names. We were a small graduating class - around 100 girls - so I knew everyone's last names at one point.

Wednesday night I was at dinner with friends. One of the waitresses in the restaurant turned out to be a girl from high school. We did the eye-contact-slight-facial-recognition-but-unsure-of-who-the-other-person-is thing, and then quickly looked away. Fairly weird situation.


Yesterday, I'm at the bank to get traveler's cheques and euros for my trip (5 days away!). A girl working at the bank turns out to be another girl I went to high school with. I'm really weirded out at this point, having remembered the incident from the day before. We do the eye contact recognition thingy again.


Last night at the bar, a popular touristy bar downtown, one of the bartender's turns out to be
another freaking girl I went to high school with! At this point, I'm seriously weirded out so I avoid all eye contact and down my free ladies-night beer.

What the hell is all this about? Why does God hate me? I've been a good little atheist, I swear it! This is too much
Blast from the Past for my taste. We hates it.

If I run into someone from high school while in Greece, I'm going to throw myself off the cruise ship. I'm better off stranded in the Aegean.

6 Comments:

At 5:46 PM , Blogger TaraMetBlog said...

shh dont say your old, cuz I also graduated from HS 5 years ago, and I dont want to be called old too! ;) I had visited your city a few years ago and really enjoyed it, I hope to go back some time soon.
cheers,
~Tara

 
At 6:10 AM , Blogger Chorna said...

Hi there Jo!!

Sorry for the no show. You'll find out why on my blog :)

Anyhoo.... Wow. moving out. I'm preparing to move out, too, and I've been astounded at how many books I have gained since arriving here and even the stupid things I like to keep around me... it's a scary thought that I have enough things in ONE ROOM to actually furnish an entire house with.

I know. I can't figure that out either.

Anyway, nice to visit your blog again! Now, back to exam preparation....

 
At 2:21 PM , Blogger supine said...

Oh wow, I really hate that too. I went to high school in the suburbs of DC, and DC has like 3 million people in it but I STILL am constantly running into girls from high school when I am downtown. The worst was in the locker room of my gym. Awkward!

 
At 1:16 PM , Anonymous Jamie said...

If I don't see you, have a nice holiday :)

 
At 2:09 PM , Blogger Richard said...

Jo you're old.
Time to get a load of cats.

Have fun in Europe.

If you hate running into people you know, move to NZ. I know someone who'd be interested in a visa marriage ;)

 
At 12:51 PM , Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

That's funny that you ran into so many people in such a short period of time.

I used to have *insane* luck when it comes to running into people from high school. Every time I went on vacation, I'd see someone from HS. I ran into people from my small high school (I went to school in Alabama) in Disney World, Paris, and a gas station in the middle of Mississippi (about 75 miles from the nearest city), just to give a few examples. What are the odds!?!?!?!

Then I just found out that one of my closest friends (we've been friends for several years) is COUSINS with a guy who I dated for well over a year (and actually lived with for about a year). I met her a couple of months after I broke up with him. Strange, eh? Unfortunately, she had heard me talk about what a sleazebag he is long before I knew that they were related. Fortunately, she doesn't really like him, either.

 

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