him: "I'm so sorry I was a jerk to you in 3rd grade!! I just had to tell you. There's a lot of people I need to atone to."I felt humbled knowing all these great people, all so beautiful and kind. I had this sense of all of us moving through life connected by our memories and our youth. There's a kinship in having a shared history and it's comforting.
me: "Aw that's so nice! If it makes you feel any better, I don't remember. All I remember is Scott F. in 6th grade screaming something embarrassing at me down the hall.
However the night ended on a nerd note. An old acquaintance I'd spent half the evening talking to kindly drove me to my car (since it was after midnight and my car was half a mile away in a strange place). Once we were outside and I didn't have to scream over the band anymore I suddenly felt shy. I started naming people we'd both known in grade school.
me: "Have you heard from David A.?"Um, not the best way to break terrible news... d'oh!
me: "I wonder how he's doing."
him: "me too."
(nearing my car)
me: "oh! Did you hear about Keith P.?"
him: "no, what happened?"
me: "he died. Nite!"