Ever since the new neighbors moved into the house in front of us (in L-town), they have been throwing a party every year on Easter sunday. They\’re the kind that would remodel the house and brag about how great it is. They would also serve alcoholic drinks to the adults and orange juice to the kids…then have an easter egg hunt. The kind that dress in high-class clothes with stiletto heels. The kinds that would stand in a small circle chatting…about nothing.
That\’s the kind of neighborhood I live in. Upper middle-class caucasian surburbia with country clubs and golf.
So my parents dragged me to the party this year…again…although I really didn\’t want to go. Last year, I felt out of place surrounded by caucasian housewifes with a flute glass filled with champagne. A lady had asked me if I liked the neighborhood…and if I had any pets. Blargh. Also last year, my neighbor Greg (my same year) who was my pseudo enemy treated me like he was his best friend. \”Hey Jennifer, I haven\’t seen you forever!\” although i never spoke to you in high school.
But this year…was interesting. I liked the strawberries and I found myself hanging around the bowl of red strawberries the entire time. Then the Laus arrived again minus Greg. Note: when I first moved to this house, my neighbors of four boys (three boys my age, and one boy five years younger) would chase my sister and me around the block.
And oddly enough, Chris (the boy five years younger) decided to start conversing. He is a sophomore in high school now. It was an interesting conversation. When we were younger in elementary school, he would always stick out his tongue and go nyah nyah. Thought he was annoying then. But apparently, he got his politeness so characteristic of his family…and was pretty charismatic throughout his conversation with me (and my parents). And we compared our high school experiences. And family. It\’s interesting how people can change over time. As I left the party, I said walking out, \”Nice to see you have changed.\”
