I never gave my 10 year highschool reunion much thought, until I was reading the Facebook earlier this year. It started as a slow trickle of interest; a bare-bones web-site here, a couple queries from friends there, but nothing was really set by the summertime, when I assumed it would be. It ended up being mid-October.
At some point our highschool student-class-council-president or whatever she was finally announced that Part 1 of the reunion on a Friday would be a happy hour at Little Woodrow's and a highschool football game. I'll let that last line sink in for a moment, and then I want you to assess how someone like me would approach that. If you thought "I bet Nathan would rather have a root canal in Somalia without any anesthesia than go to Little Woodrow's and a highschool football game for a reunion", then we are on the same page.
Now Part 2 on Saturday was to be held at Maggie Mae's. I hate to be "that guy" who picks sh*t with everything (oh, who am I kidding, that's why I love Yelp so much), but really? 6th Street? We're pushing 30; to me, we're more than slightly out of the demo for the drunk-and-rowdy college crowd on 6th Street. I wanted a rooftop patio somewhere in the Warehouse District. And Maggie Mae's? I mean this was a reunion, not a bachelorette party. I wasn't the only one who had these sentiments, but I didn't want to be a Negative Nelly, especially since my best highschool friend Jersey was practically begging me to go. So it was on. And if anyone asked me what I did, I was prepared to answer "I invented Post-Its" and recite the recipe for glue.
If you'll recall a few reviews back, I had left a Texas Stars game to head downtown. I parked by Charlie's to avoid the mess and cabbed it to Maggie Mae's. The doorman checked my ID and pointed me to some stairs. And that's when I emerged on top of a rooftop patio.
We had the room to the left reserved just for us, with late 90's songs playing, and a slide show with old photos on the wall (someone submitted me licking a cardboard cutout of Wonder Woman, but I didn't notice it). The room was spacious, with a few high tables and bar stools and some couches here and there surrounding a stage. At least I think that's what it was like; nerves and booze made the setting kind of fade in the background.
Right off the bat I started reconnecting with old friends. Although with the advent of Facebook, I found it somewhat anticlimactic, as there was not too much to catch up on, since I already know through countless status updates and photo tags what they've been up to. At some point, someone slapped a name-tag on me that said "Fabulous Nathan". But of course.
The bartender poured strong, as I expected him to in a situation like this. He had a nice smile. I loved the outdoor rooftop patio both for fresh air and to have a cigarette (all the cool kids still smoke, you know). I saw everyone I wanted to see and few others who surprised me, and all in all, I thought it was a pretty solid little get together.
I owe an apology to Maggie Mae's. I thought the venue would be terrible, but it actually turned out to be enjoyable and a pretty good fit for the occasion. Everything seemed to run smoothly, but only the girls who organized it could really vouch for that in detail. Ironically, it was held on the type of rooftop bar/patio that I was envisioning. I'd recommend it for a large party any day. I have mixed feelings on stopping in on a regular day, but with the right group...I'd take it under consideration.
Somehow I ended up with a lot of guys' name-tags attached to my shirt at the end of the night, but thankfully not passed out after a tryst in the bathroom like Cameron Diaz at the beginning of "In Her Shoes". I bid farewell to Maggie Mae's...and could only hope they ask me to help plan the 20-Year. read more