Most Likely To Suck Seed

I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but my wife and I recently attended our 35th class reunion. We were both graduates of Leilehua High’s class of 1976.

However, we were not high school sweethearts or anything like that. In fact, we hung out with completely different crowds, and with a graduating class of about 700, we didn’t know each other. She was High School Musical and I was Freaks and Geeks.

The reunion was really great. About 80 people showed up at a place called the V Lounge, which we rented out for the entire evening.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that our classmates have held up really well. No one’s looks had gone by the wayside, and everyone I spoke with had successful lives and seemed genuinely happy. The pretty girls were still pretty and the sports guys still looked like jocks.

Still, I didn’t really know everyone who was there. Because of the nature of who I was in high school, I was probably only remembered as the guy most likely asked this on a daily basis, “I like borrow ‘quata.'”

At one point in the evening I ended up sitting on a couch next to a woman I didn’t recognize. Having been classmates, we struck up a typical reunion conversation.

I asked her, “So where did you hang out in Leilehua?”

Her answer would be indicative of her “tribe” or clique.

Her answer was, “I was smoking in the girl’s bathroom near the science building. We were beyond suspicion because everyone knew only the losers hung out in or near the science building. Where did you hang out?”

I replied, “In the science building.”

She looked at me and said, “Oh yeah, I thought I recognized you.”

She then handed me something, saying, “Here’s the quarter I owe you.”