Guys, Dolls and High School

Well, I was going to try to write a post everyday this month, but no, real life keep interrupting all my plans! What a wonderful busy, and unexpected eventful life I lead!  Gabby is in the school play. This year they are putting on “Guys and Dolls” and she is on of the “Hot Box” girls. They have several songs and dance numbers that they have to do – I think she will be adorable, but I haven’t told David that there’s a scene where they have to rip off a long dress to reveal a shorter dress underneath during a dance number. I’m just going to wait and let him have a cardiac during the performance. Maybe I should have the ambulance on standby . . .

She is also the co-set director so she has been working on sets for the past few weeks as well as going to play practice. The past couple of days she asked me to come in for her last three hours of school and help paint.  (I even took the camera to take some photos, but it was so busy and chaotic there, I forgot) It was kind of fun, but it also reminded me how much I do NOT miss high school.  Then ironically, last night a guy from my high school class called out of the blue to let me know that there’s a reunion this summer.  There were a few disturbing elements to the conversation, one, that he found me “on the internet,” which sounds pretty cryptic not to mention creeeeepy, and two that “there’s hasn’t been a good turnout for the reunions” which doesn’t surprise me one bit. I wanted to ask him, “Do you think it’s because so many of you were such assholes during high school that most of us don’t want to go back and re-live those painful and awkward moments?”  But no, I just tried to sound pleasant and non-committal.  I mean, if you had a wonderful high school experience and it was some of the best times of your life, good for you, I’m old enough now to no longer be bitter, but that doesn’t mean I have any desire to revisit those days or “reconnect” with anyone I went to school with. I figure if I wanted to reconnect I could just do that on my own – I don’t need a reunion as an excuse.

I actually loved high school – I loved the school part. I loved learning and I loved all my teachers, it was just the students I couldn’t figure out how to live with. Gabby is so much better at high school than I was, even though she is ready to be done with it too. She has lots of different friends, she has more confidence in herself than I had. While we were painting a group of boys came into the auditorium to skip class. They had told their teachers that they were supposed to work on the play sets, but they were just in there to screw around.  They started messing around with a drum machine and it was becoming really annoying, especially since we were trying to concentrate and get a lot of work done. Gabby just let them have it, telling them in no uncertain terms to cut it out and let us work in peace. I was proud that she’s not afraid to stand up for herself.  I was also proud because the director told me how much she loves Gabby. Everyone who meets me and Gabby always tells me how fantastic she is. I’m really blessed that way, because she is fantastic, and I have outside proof!

Today I’m grateful for Gabby, I’m grateful that I get to spend so much time with her, and that she wants me to spend time with her.  (I’m also grateful that I’ll never have to go back to high school! EVER!)


  1. Sandra on November 11, 2009 at 6:06 pm

    If you twist my arm, I am forced to admit that Gabby is pretty great.

  2. Sandra on November 11, 2009 at 6:08 pm

    p.s. Any chance they will record the play? Maybe David could do it; just have someone there to catch the camera when he drops it during the dress scene. Or, if he is not recording and you just want to distract him during that scene, hand him the play outline thingy and say, “Whoa, look at this weird font.”