MUS: Class of 1980

Last night saw the final night of 'celebrations' of Bruce's 25th High School Reunion. After Friday's golf session in the afternoon that Bruce didn't attend (I guess he's officially quit golf... plus hello... some people do still have to work on a Friday afternoon), Friday evening's eeiky Pig N' Whistle BBQ (certainly not my favourite here in Memphis) that we didn't eat but did hang out and meet some folks before our varsity football team trashed who-the-hell-cares-who-were-playing-since-like-I-just- said, 'we trashed them!' :D Saturday afternoon was a picnic out in the boondocks an hour drive from us. Picnic spelt grass and we all know how I feel about nature lol so Bruce kindly declined and explained to all his friends (now maybe ex friends) what a weirdo city-girl he's married to lol and then last night's shindig...

Last night's cocktail party at the University Club though showed all signs of a boy-produced party: big ass styrofoam cups that the rather unfamiliar young bartenders would fill with loads of alcohol before dripping literally drops of tonic or juice (no complaints here!), all food consisted of meat meat and more meat. The 'vegetable platter' of the evening was this very very rich (but good) artichoke cheese dip... no flowers (no, the trees by the pool doesn't count lol) and of course, hot chicks... but all being somebody's wife (everyone left with whoever they arrived with, in case you were wondering). Then again, after I downed a large cup of gin tonic that was more like a humongous gin martini, it didn't really matter where I was nor what the place looked like. No no, I kept my composure. I was not drunk... it was only 2 cups after all. Nothing like our night last week in Bangkok lol. All I was concerned was that the toilet was close enough for my most uncomfortable Manolo's to take me, I was quite happy. It was. Fortunately.

It was awesome to meet the bunch of boys, now almost-old balding men. Most of them seem so much older then Bruce... ok maybe it's a prejudice judgement. But at least one certainly did not look 43. Nor 53. Nor 63 HAHAHA! No, at least 2! But only one I truly dislike lol. But I've known him prior to this party. So no big surprise there. He's our former immigration lawyer lol. Need I say more? I did, however, use the opportunity last night to tell him the flaws of his office management and the idiotic parallegal he had us placed under his care. I spared no mercy - trust me. He pleaded for a second chance NO CHARGE after I told him the amount of money we paid him and got zip in return. He commented that was not about the money. "IT IS ABOUT THE MONEY!" I exclaimed pretty honestly. Bet he wasn't expecting all that and more from me... the one who's usually cool, calm and collected (and polite!) - in his office lah! I know those of you who know me are laughing about how I act differently in front of certain people ie, my in laws lol... I'm the sweet quiet do-everything-my -husband-says kind of Asian wife lol. Hey, it works...

Yes, the bunch of 1980 graduates from MUS are a hoot. Mostly successful bunch of guys, most of them sane (those with no more than three kids are sane at least); pretty comfortable financially and of course, that comes along, naturally, with hot wives. YES, I AM INCLUDED (of course!) THANK YOU VERY MUCH lol. We seemed to be the only sensible ones with no kids... it was quite funny how when the men asked me where I am originally from, they usually at least recognized the word 'Singapore'. But with the wives, it was either a 'oh, I've heard about the great shopping there!' or a brief 'ohhh that's nice' meaning oh-I-have-no-phucking-idea-which-part-of-China-that- is. Lots of conversations with me included:
Them: Do you have kids?
Me: Nope
Them: Do you work?
Me: Nope
Them: So what do you do?
Me: I'm Bruce sex slave... HAHAHAHA... no... but I was pretty tempted (and this was BEFORE all the gin lol). But I didn't know which were the seriously religious ones (the kids weren't around for me to judge that) and I didn't want to be blamed for any heart attacks that evening... so I gave my normal safe answer, "nothing, just hang out and be Bruce's wife".

'Hairy Chest and the Pukkabees' was hilarious! I can't explain them (maybe Bruce will in his blog) except a bunch of these guys I guess had a band and made up this group that would lip sync music back in the days and take over their chapel sessions. They were a hoot last night. Kim (short for Kimbal) was awesome on the drums. Scott Stevens, Mr Hollywood did most of the singing tho' Hopie Brooks did his rendition of geez... maybe the gin did get to me more than I thought... I can't remember jack! It was fun and funny nonetheless. I guess you just had to be there.

It was a great night! We got home at about 2am... way way WAY past our bedtime. Bruce thinks I've invited the entire class to our next Chinese New Year party lol... that should be interesting. ...if not, I guess it'll be another 5 years before we see this bunch of people again.