Thomson
C.I. … at which
it sank home that the only people I had ever had much in common with at high
school were Don, Denise and Ann. There were several teachers that seemed to
remember me … not always in a good way … one teacher pointed out that one of
our classmates now looked older than he did which was impossible. A female
classmate revealed that she was already a grandmother while some of us were
just starting to breed. Missed the next one … not intentionally. And it was rumoured they'd be tearing D&MTCI down. But it's a year or two later and that hasn't happened yet. So we may yet get another kick at the can.
OCA
… I was quite
frankly appalled when informed that a limited OCA reunion was just going to
consist of us boomers from the 60s and that it would be a nostalgic evening of
60s hits. Did that back in the 60s and it was now the start of a new millennium
and nostalgia was never really my cup of tea anyway. So for starters the food
was all Thai food … I doubt there were any back when we were at art college …
Chinese yet but Japanese and Thai eateries hadn’t really become commonplace
here yet. It was great to see the old guard … Stewie was there with his new
wife, Ginny, Carol and an assortment of others. Many of us were stunned by the
spicy foodstuffs. Then the music began. It was a far cry from nostalgic which
was fine by me. There were strange acts culminating in a quartet called Random
Order aka Three Dykes and a Fag. By now all the OCA people had disappeared …
including my ride home who I’d come downtown with. I looked around and
discovered I was surrounded by hordes of tattooed and pierced lesbians. I was
definitely the Odd Man Out so I quietly exited the club and made my way home. On
the subway I suddenly realized that I had indeed had a true Sixties Experience
… I’d listened to some brand new music and I was going home by public transit …
both things that I did regularly in my teen years. Those who left early missed
the Real Nostalgia.
No comments:
Post a Comment