Conortje, is that you?
12 07 2007When you see someone from your old class in school out of the blue who you haven’t seen in thirteen odd years you can only hope that you’ll be looking particularly handsome and successful that day. Ideally you’ll have some clever story to regale them with and masterfully manipulate the conversation so that they leave feeling slightly envious, without you having looked like you were boasting. An effortless air of achievement and contentedness is what is required.
What you don’t want them to witness is you stumbling out of a fast food chain in the early hours of the morning, ketchup stains on your mouth, having had at least three pints more than was advisable as you try desperately hard to string a coherent sentence together. And you certainly don’t want to sum up your super duper life with an all encompassing ‘ah sure it’s all grand ….. I suppose’.
Ah well, at least I made it out of Tralee I thought to myself as I hiccupped my way home.
Morto. Hee hee!
On the plus side, Tralee serves some of the best fast food I’ve ever had in Ireland. Chicken, stuffing AND coleslaw…heaven.
lol! I thought that only applied to exes, but it’s true, it’s the same with old classmates.
enda - quite! especially the next day when I remembered
hellojed - at 2am I certainly would have agreed, not so convinced in the light of day hehe
lenfercest - actually it was sort of like meeting an ex - in all the bad ways of course
Oh, that’s too funny. And unfortunately somewhat familiar.
God the number of times I’ve been in that situation. As you say, looking your absolute worst, probably picking your nose or wiping dog shit off your shoe and up comes some familiar face with a breezy hello and you just want to fall through a hole in the ground. Particularly if it’s someone you really admire and you so wanted to look suave and poised. Not that it stops me misbehaving in public, I’m such a self-absorbed git.
Should have said Oh Jayzez, it’s great to be back for a few days. I really miss the greasy burgers and the pints. My personal trainer would have a fit if he knew. I honestly don’t know why I pay him 50k a year just to bitch at me.
Look on the bright side; at least you weren’t too pissed to remember who he was.
Yes, it’s a funny feeling indeed…
Was it Abrakebabra? God I love taco kebabs. Two weeks and counting till I can have my next one! And I’m going to use Sneezy’s answer if I run into anyone I know…
sassy - except I have a feeling that you always look stunning
Nick - damn right - it won’t stop me either
primal - oh how I really wish I’d said something like that - mind you, this town is way to small - I’m be found out in a few hours as the word got around
sparrow - actually it did take me a wee while to remember, just to add to the discomfort
parisian cowboy - I was utterly shamed
caro - it wasn’t even as upmarket as that I’m afraid. ‘Twas Supermacs
Supermacs?!? Oh the faded glamour!
(Perhaps I should shut up tho. I’m from Ballinasloe and so is Supermacs. We have three of the fcukers…
Enda - Three of them? Jeez, Ballinasloe is never that big is it?
Never mind, my home town doesn’t have an Abrakebabra either. We’ve only got Supermacs and an extremely dodgy McDonalds on the bypass. I’ve never driven 15 miles to the nearest Abrakebabra, honest I swear…
Oh No!!! I wish i had been there to giggle. Now stop having such a good time with all the eatin and a drinkin - and come back to where you belong. Strapped to the desk
xxx
you are funny…I suppose you were so wrecked that you forgot to ask him about how his ‘wonderful’ life had worked out?
What about the Supermacs on the Aran Islands!?! I was livid when I took a trip over a couple of years ago, and there, slap bang in the middle of the island, was a freakin supermacs!
Also, Conor, you automacticalliy have, like, 10 gazillion bonus points from the sheer fact that you live it large in the land of clogs. You’re allowed fall out of Supermacs in Tralee once in a while. What did you have in Supermacs anyway?
Finally (this is a long winded comment, isn’t it!), I totally feel your pain on meeting old school faces. Imagine the looks I get when I tell people that I’ve become a librarian! They can’t wait to get away from me. One time some body (who I didn’t like back when we were at school) said to me: “Ah well, as long as you’re happy”.
ouch, sugar!
i ran in to a woman i used to know…when she asked, in that tone that says i-really-don’t-care-i’m-just-being-polite, “sooooooo, what ARE you doing these days, dear?” i replied…”as little as possible, darlin” smiled sweetly and watched her figure out an appropriate response 
yeah, and then i walked away..saying “buh bye”
I can identify with that. Bet they thought you were great though and they were the ones going mad that they weren’t at their most sophis!!
I think it was Freud who told us not to worry about what people think of us - because they’re too busy thinking and worrying about themselves!!
P.S. Tralee is only about an hour away from me!
curry chips and batter burger - yummmmmmmmmmmmmmm
sorry did you say you met someone?
Bastards law states that you will ALWAYS run into people you’d rather not when you are magotted or looking like complete shite or both.
The walk of shame was never so sordid at the day I came acoss my former high school principal with my knickers on my head and wearing only one shoe.
I always hope they’ll look like my uncle. However, as most of my uncles these days tend to be dead, I find myself consumed by guilt at such an appallingly uncharitable thought, and so I end up wishing they looked like Brad Pitt.
This is not a good strategy, I discovered, when all my classmates ended up looking like Brad Pitt, except me. Oh, and the guy who looks like George Clooney.
*hugs*
‘ah sure it’s all grand ….. I suppose’
LMFAO
Classic!!!!
Caro - now I’m really jealous, Tralee doesn’t even have a bypass
Tallulah - I’m back. Bring out the straps
emma - correct, and my imagination makes me think of course that they have an uber-successful life
Alan - I was also flabbergasted at the Supermacs on the Aran Islands. At least it was Supermacs though and not McDonalds
savannah - you have style to burn. I think you might be my hero
Mairead - in which direction? I think Freud was probably right on this - kind of comforting really
flirty - my stomach is rumbling now and it’s only 10:40 am
steph - oh that has really made me laugh - I’d dread ever meeting my old headmistress again - she was a fearless nun
One Man - ach Brad and George are a dime a dozen - it’s character that mattters, as I keep telling myself…
ellie - ah thanks, that makes me feel better
Errrrrrr in what direction, you ask? I’m absolutely hopeless on direction and directions, but I’ll try… North, I think - Cork direction anyway!