It just dawned on me that this is the year of my 10 year high school reunion. Oh, the stress. I do however have a morbid curiousity to see how everyone is doing though. I haven’t heard any specifics yet – maybe I should start e-mailing, calling around and trying to find some information out, eh?
I wish classmates.com didn’t seem like such a rip-off because there’s quite a few people listed there that I could contact but I don’t feel like shelling out the $40 to do so. Hmmm, maybe I should.
I guess I have the same fears everyone does about their reunion… will everyone else be more successful than I am?
wow, that’s the only cliche’d fear I can come up with and that’s the one I don’t really care about. So yeah, I’m not really stressed out after all. Go me.
Unfortunately the only conversations I recall from the five year reunion were about property values in Abita Springs and brief expositions into the horse market. I remember these not because I was involved in them, but because of the blinding pain induced by rolling my eyes very far into the back of my head for the first half of the evening. I believe it lightened up once Ken arrived and started showing some films he had directed.
Ok, so I’m exagerating a bit. Our class was all pretty close… There was only 36 of us, if I remember correctly, so it wasnt like most graduating classes where there are 500+ people in the group. I don’t think there was 500 kids in the entire school (pre-k – 12th grade). Actually, there’s no one I’m hoping doesn’t show, so I hope it’s a good turn out.
Oh crap. Club Weatherman just set off a car alarm. Uhg. Rob… David… must you play your Cher remixes that loud? :)