At the High School Reunion

[Doreen Peri]

Susan – Hi there. I'm Susan. Susan Sweeny. Well, I was Susan Sweeny when we were in High School together.

Jerry – Hi. Good to see you. I'm Jerry. Jerry Richmond. I've always been Jerry Richmond.

Susan – Well, you look great!

Jerry – I do? So do you! Do you remember me?

Susan – No, I don't. I didn't know you.

Jerry – I don't remember you either.

Susan – Me neither. Nice to see you again!

Jerry – You too! You haven't changed a bit and it's been a lot of years.

Susan – How would you know?

Jerry – Well, I know it's been a lot of years for me.

Susan – Yes it has, for sure!

Jerry – Did you change your hair color? Oh I mean, I didn't know you were blonde before. I mean, not that I'm saying it looks like you're coloring your hair or anything.

Susan – No, I didn't. I've always been blonde.

Jerry – Well blonde goes much better with your complexion.

Susan – Much better than what?

Jerry – Better than it did before.

Susan – Before what?

Jerry – Before now when we didn't know each other.

Susan – I see. Well, thank you. I think.

Jerry – By the way, weren't you in the Drama Club productions?

Susan – No, but I perform in a local theater troupe now!

Jerry – Wonderful! I knew you'd be a star!

Susan – You did?

Jerry – Yes. It was just something about you.

Susan – I thought you didn't know me.

Jerry – Yes, I believe you're right. I didn't.

Susan – Oh, OK. Weren't you on the football team?

Jerry – No, but I DO enjoy watching football. I'm a Cowboys fan. And my 2 boys play in Little League.

Susan – That's terrific! I bet they get their football talents from you!

Jerry – How many years has it been anyway?

Susan – Too many to count.

Jerry – That's for sure. Seems like just yesterday we were both hanging out at Teen Club.

Susan – I never went to Teen Club.

Jerry – I know. Neither did I.

Susan – Looks like we still have a lot in common.

Jerry – Yeah. Sure looks that way.

Susan – I remember that English Comp teacher. Mrs. Lee. And that Math teacher, Mr. Arnold. They were really mean.

Jerry – No, that was Mrs. Arnold and Mr. Lee.

Susan – Was it?

Jerry – Yes.

Susan – Do you remember them?

Jerry – No.

Susan – I wish I didn't. They made me feel bad about myself. They were really mean. How do you DO that? Stop remembering stuff like that?

Jerry – I don't know. I don't remember you either.

Susan – I don't remember you either. Good to see you again!

Jerry – Good to see you again, too. You haven't changed a bit.

Susan – Neither have you.

[stilltrucking]

spooky
haunting
Reminds me of Samuel Becket or something like it.

interesting

Is that the theatre of the absurd? I got to google that cause i am not sure.

[Doreen Peri]

thanks jack.. as you can see by the number of times edited, i'm still working on it... ... it's been a long time but i'm determined to write again... my coach, alicia, and i, will record this tomorrow so you can listen and give us your take on the skit afterward if you don't mind and have the time, that is... ... wait a minute! do i know you!? i don't know you! .. awww yeah i do... I DO!

do you remember that guy who looked like johnny winter who used to hang out in college park in the 70's? I do! I'd see him at a party and he'd come up to me to talk to me and I'd say, "WAIT! I don't know you! You can't talk to me!" and then later at the same party or at another one later in the week or month, I'd run across him and he was so beautiful with his blond hair and rainbow eyes and I'd walk up to him and say, "Hey!!!! How are you doing?" and he's answer, "Wait! Stop! You don't know me. I can't talk to you."

It was a beautiful relationship we had. Every time we saw each other, it was like a switch of roles, one of us approaching the other to say hello and the other replying with the scripted i-don't-know-you-lines..

ahhhh the laughter of it... in a way, I wish I had gotten to know him and maybe he wishes he had gotten to know me, but in a way, had that happened, where would be the fun, the mystique?

[stilltrucking]

I thought it was a performance peace,
teach me how not to write doreen
please
teach me not to write.

Not sure if we are thinking of the same guy in college park.
If his hair was almost down to his knees
I think I know who you mean
Did he play guitar with a finger pick on every finger?
Did everyone call him D.J.?
You know I got no music but sometimes if it is very quiet
I can still hear him playing Jesu, Joy of Man's Desire
He hung out in Takoma Park too
And in Wheaton Plazo
He would play in the stairwells cause he loved the accoustics there.

[Arcadia]

great doreen!! All dialogues get wired at some point!!!. I enjoyed it!

[Ann Bingham]

This would almost be an exchange between someone I use to know but can't remember. Yes it does have a haunting feel to it as well as a touch of the real. Something like the way on the net....we write words, but we can't actually see or hear the persons voice with whom we are conversing. Have missed your writing Doreen. I would post something, but now days everything is, well so dreary.


love lots
Deb.

[stilltrucking]

dreary days call for laughter
unless you live in south texas
early september cool rainy mornings
I suppose it is all relative


It is funny too
absurdly funny
but that would be as a performance piece it would be funny
to read it it was not funny for me
to close to how it might be.
I got a fifty year reuniun coming up
if I can hang on another three years.

have you ever heard the expression, "How many people have you been through?" I will never forget Bobby Jacobs.

[mnaz]

I've been there. Dialogue and vaguely familiar undercurrents trading places, intermittently-- hard to say from just where, at times. I only made it to my 10th.... nothing since, so far.