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he welcomed everyone to the reunion. After relaying the evening’s agenda to his captive audience, he proceeded to offer to play special requests and dedications.
As always, an occasion like this seems to create a compulsive need for people to choose a music track that sounds as terrible now as it did when it was first released. Thus a myriad of dreadful songs composed over the last four decades were blasted out in digitally remastered stereo! Elaine couldn’t handle it any longer.
“I’ve had enough of this. It’s about time we got some decent music on,” she yelled before striding over determinedly to the DJ with the jumbo headphones. Elaine wasn’t one to take no for an answer, as both Judy and Ian knew for sure, so there was a guarantee that Elaine’s music requests would be played.
The two of them watched from beside the refreshments table as Elaine waved her glistening jewelry clad arm in the air, gesturing wildly before seizing the DJ’s personal extensive list of tracks. Soon she was pointing to this one and that, before finally returning to her plastic cup and the conversation. While the DJ fumbled through his tracks, earphones on, earphones off, searching for the list of songs that Elaine had urged him to play, it was time to learn more about the absent Kevin. It was also time to learn a little about what Ian had done with his life.
“So, Ian, whatever happened to Kevin Walker?”
“Well,” Ian started. “After we had spent a full six months backpacking around Europe, he had sort of an epiphany. He met a slightly built red head who was studying ancient history. Suddenly he decided that he was in love, and that his life’s purpose was to educate others in the wonders of the ancient world,” Ian mocked.
“So, where is he now?” Elaine asked.
“I’m not quite sure. Last I heard he was head lecturer at some college or other. Last time I saw him he had a crew cut and was wearing brown corduroy’s and a beige shirt. Not quite the ‘happening guy’ he used to be.” Ian laughed affectionately.
“What about you then?” asked Elaine.
Judy was simply a spectator in these interrogations and was quite happy to bite her tongue and let Elaine thoroughly grill Ian.
“If I’m honest, I haven’t done much to write home about. After travelling around with Kevin I tried a few different things, before finally succumbing to my parents’ nagging and going into the fire service. Stayed single up until two years ago; got dumped about a month ago.”
“Now you know how it feels then,” chimed in Judy, quite unintentionally.
“What was that, Judy?” Ian screwed up his face.
“Nothing,” grumbled Judy, deciding that this wasn’t the time or the place to speak her mind.
“Ooh, tell me more, Ian,” Elaine pleaded; anxious to hear who he’d hooked up with and why he’d been dumped. She seemed totally oblivious to the fact that this was the guy who had broken her best friend’s heart all those years ago.
“Nothing much to tell, really. I stayed single because it seemed less complicated, until I met Nicole. Nicole was an aspiring model who was destined for great things; at least that’s what she kept on telling me on a twice weekly basis. Then she ran off with her Italian hairstylist, Luigi; he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, free haircuts for life and all the peroxide she could wish for.”
Elaine roared with laughter, while Judy tried to prevent even a hint of a smile from showing.
“You’re still as crazy as ever then, Ian?” giggled Elaine.
“Not really. I’ve calmed down a lot over the years, but sometimes you just have to accept things, don’t you? There’s a word for it; begins with a ‘K’ what’s it called again?”
“Kismet?” asked Elaine.
At the very same time, Judy couldn’t resist chiming in.
“Don’t you mean Karma? You know, what goes around comes around.”
Ian gave Judy a curious look, and she was rather irritated that he didn’t appear to
As always, an occasion like this seems to create a compulsive need for people to choose a music track that sounds as terrible now as it did when it was first released. Thus a myriad of dreadful songs composed over the last four decades were blasted out in digitally remastered stereo! Elaine couldn’t handle it any longer.
“I’ve had enough of this. It’s about time we got some decent music on,” she yelled before striding over determinedly to the DJ with the jumbo headphones. Elaine wasn’t one to take no for an answer, as both Judy and Ian knew for sure, so there was a guarantee that Elaine’s music requests would be played.
The two of them watched from beside the refreshments table as Elaine waved her glistening jewelry clad arm in the air, gesturing wildly before seizing the DJ’s personal extensive list of tracks. Soon she was pointing to this one and that, before finally returning to her plastic cup and the conversation. While the DJ fumbled through his tracks, earphones on, earphones off, searching for the list of songs that Elaine had urged him to play, it was time to learn more about the absent Kevin. It was also time to learn a little about what Ian had done with his life.
“So, Ian, whatever happened to Kevin Walker?”
“Well,” Ian started. “After we had spent a full six months backpacking around Europe, he had sort of an epiphany. He met a slightly built red head who was studying ancient history. Suddenly he decided that he was in love, and that his life’s purpose was to educate others in the wonders of the ancient world,” Ian mocked.
“So, where is he now?” Elaine asked.
“I’m not quite sure. Last I heard he was head lecturer at some college or other. Last time I saw him he had a crew cut and was wearing brown corduroy’s and a beige shirt. Not quite the ‘happening guy’ he used to be.” Ian laughed affectionately.
“What about you then?” asked Elaine.
Judy was simply a spectator in these interrogations and was quite happy to bite her tongue and let Elaine thoroughly grill Ian.
“If I’m honest, I haven’t done much to write home about. After travelling around with Kevin I tried a few different things, before finally succumbing to my parents’ nagging and going into the fire service. Stayed single up until two years ago; got dumped about a month ago.”
“Now you know how it feels then,” chimed in Judy, quite unintentionally.
“What was that, Judy?” Ian screwed up his face.
“Nothing,” grumbled Judy, deciding that this wasn’t the time or the place to speak her mind.
“Ooh, tell me more, Ian,” Elaine pleaded; anxious to hear who he’d hooked up with and why he’d been dumped. She seemed totally oblivious to the fact that this was the guy who had broken her best friend’s heart all those years ago.
“Nothing much to tell, really. I stayed single because it seemed less complicated, until I met Nicole. Nicole was an aspiring model who was destined for great things; at least that’s what she kept on telling me on a twice weekly basis. Then she ran off with her Italian hairstylist, Luigi; he made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, free haircuts for life and all the peroxide she could wish for.”
Elaine roared with laughter, while Judy tried to prevent even a hint of a smile from showing.
“You’re still as crazy as ever then, Ian?” giggled Elaine.
“Not really. I’ve calmed down a lot over the years, but sometimes you just have to accept things, don’t you? There’s a word for it; begins with a ‘K’ what’s it called again?”
“Kismet?” asked Elaine.
At the very same time, Judy couldn’t resist chiming in.
“Don’t you mean Karma? You know, what goes around comes around.”
Ian gave Judy a curious look, and she was rather irritated that he didn’t appear to
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