One of my most favorite events of the year is coming up: My high school Homecoming
I know you might have just rolled your eyes, but for me it's one of the highlights of the year. You see I went to an all girl's Catholic High school in Dallas (Ursuline) and our brother school (Jesuit) share an alumni Homecoming every year. We all continued to stay friends. I mean I married my highschool sweet heart. As did my best friend. And my other friend. And my friend who has been with her boy friend for over 10 years! 25-10= 15 years old.
We are weird that way.
Homecoming is a huge deal. EVERYONE goes. They have live music, in previous years they had Pat Green, Jack Ingram and this year is Eli Young Band. You don't know who these people are? Yeah I didn't either until I started dating the hick I am now married to. I am not trying to offend anyone that likes this music, but I guess when you say you aren't trying to offend someone, you just did. Ok, I'm stopping.
Here's my issue: I like to drink. And I like to dance. Sorry, the word is love.
These aren't on the table when you're on pain meds and in a wheel chair. To go or not to go? That is the question.
Here is our last “real” homecoming dance before we upgraded to Alumni status:
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| Michael and I are second from the right. Rockin it. Also, I still had braces Senior year, so yeah. |
So, do I roll around while people that I haven't seen in a year stand over me and start to cry and feel sorry for me and I accidentally hit them with the wheel chair?
Or do I just sit in the chair and do this:
And people will wonder, whatever happened to Helene? And they might say this:
Good. I should go. If I can make people uncomfortable it will be a good night.
