THE TIDS AND BITS OF REUNIONS

The other day I was at this reunion which to me was just another excuse to get drunk. Well, judging from the look of many of those who were in attendance, I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly reunions are all about. More often than not, it’s about showing off and mostly massaging of the ego. It gets worse especially among the ladies where issues to do with age, dressing and relationships can’t help but surface. 

I can clearly remember the disappointment on a friends face after attending a reunion among her high school colleagues. She invested a considerable amount in a new outfit making sure that she looked the part but she still felt left out. First of all, her friends tagged along their hubbies.

 Just imagine the quizzical looks she received coupled up with endless questions on her love life. One of them went ahead to suggest that maybe the reason she didn’t have someone special was due to her aging looks. Even more shocking was the fact that she asked me whether I thought she looked old for her age.

Various personalities emerged in the reunion I attended which consisted of former friends from primary school. One of them was Stevo the rock star as I like to call him. Everything about this guy had to be big; from planning all the way to the parting.

Initially the plan was just a bunch of guys meeting over a tipple and reminiscing about the old good days. But this particular guy had other ideas. His definition of a reunion was similar to that of G- unit. I mean the whole package form bottles of rozay to models and private jets.  He personally listens to a particular type of music which he tried to embed on all of us without much success leaving him with ‘you are all primitive’ look after the whole ordeal. 

Then there is Mato the socialite. This one is on a whole new level, where everything to him is a party. With a wide array of friends  ranging from pastors, just in case of religious wine fests, to Somalis in cases of “Miraa abundance”, this guy sleeps, feeds and breaths the party.

 He didn’t hesitate to request for transport to the venue since he was coming from a party with his friend’s ex- girlfriend’s best friend. He’s the mayor on foursquare and checks in cheers to the freaking weekend on facebook every other day.

His favourite song is the same cheers to the freaking weekend by Rihanna and the whole time he kept pestering the rest of us on when the next reunion will be held. Who would blame him though with the free alchohol in the house?

Last but not least is Sheldon the ladies man. Quite cool until there is a slight mention of members of the opposite sex. We were all surprised when he enlightened us that his current catch was someone from Mongolia. Thank God my girlfriend has considerable pronounced looks or I wouldn’t be very comfortable with her being in the presence of this guy. 

Adding up on all the female visits in line with the phone calls he received, I can successfully conclude that the guy is a direct replica of Solomon the king. All in all, it was a good party and all I would say is long live reunions!