wow

So, I just got off the phone with an old, old friend. Kelly and I met in the Drama Club at Centre Wellington District High School. She and her then-boyfriend Tom introduced me to Dungeons & Dragons.

I hadn't talked to her in too many years. She heard about my divorce from another friend (one from the original gaming group) who'd run into me, asked how Shawn was and recieved "Oh, I think he and his new girlfriend are doing really well". Apparently I didn't supply any more information than that. My bad. I honestly don't remember the conversation.

Kelly got married this past summer to Pete, someone she met well after high school. I got an invitation, but I was ensconced in Florida with my little family there. My mom received the invite, and sent it on to me, and sent the response card back to them with a note indicating that I wouldn't be there. Apparently, Kelly had phoned as well, to get the address, and in both the message Mom left responding to that call, and in the note she sent, somehow gave Kelly the impression that something was gravely wrong with me.

Yep, folks, my friends from high school thought I'd been put into a mental institution. Admittedly, it would make an interesting sidebar to the story of my life in the past couple of years. But I think that anyone who's heard that story would agree that it's been eventful enough not to really need that particular dramatic tension to make it into a page-turner.

I'm still laughing my ass off over here, though. I can't wait to poke Mom about it.