Reunion
Awesome. My 5-year high school reunion will be held in the top floor of a bar. Not one of those nice bars, either. This is one of those bars that’s half top-40, half country music, where the Busch Light flows and the mullets roam freely.
Plus, the class officers have arranged for appetizers and happy hour prices at our special party. At least I get more than stale popcorn and a great view for my $15. That is, if I were going. Which I’m not, mostly because I’ll be in Boston at the time, but I’m glad I don’t have to make the decision. I like a lot of the people I went to high school with, but I don’t know if I like them that much.
July 20th, 2005 at 9:02 pm
At least your high school has its shit together. To date myself, I should have gone to my 10-year reunion this summer. Ten-year reunion is a big deal, right? Yeah, not planned. No reunion.
July 20th, 2005 at 9:04 pm
My 10-year is over Thanksgiving. My parents forwarded me the invitation, which I immediately threw in the garbage. But I think I might go after all; I’ll be home anyway, and one of my high school friends said he’d go if I went. It’s on Long Island — possible big hair, but mullet-free.
July 21st, 2005 at 9:44 am
Kristine: Wow, they didn’t even have one? You’ve got me beat there.
CM: I don’t know about Long Island big hair, but if it’s anything like I’m imagining, I would consider the reunion time well spent. At least you’ll have a friend with you. That’ll make things less excruciatingly awkward, I’m sure.