Well, will you or wont you?

(Or, if it already happened, Did you or didn't you?)

I'm on the fence still. Got a year to decide. Leaning toward going.

Could be fun and informative, could be depressing.

What's the worst that could happen?

Stories?

I went and it was actually fun. I had no real desire to go, but a high school friend convinced me to go.The best part was catching up with grade school friends who for whatever reason I was too cool (or maybe they were too cool?) to talk to in high school.

j_harvey wrote:The best part was catching up with grade school friends who for whatever reason I was too cool (or maybe they were too cool?) to talk to in high school.

I must say that's actually quite poignant, sir. Kind of sad really.

Like j_harvey, I was convinced to go by the sole high school friend I still talk to.

I ended up helping to organize the damned thing.

I guess one thing that interests me is whether people think it's a "keeping up with the jonses"/bragging party type thing or if, 9 times out of 10, it really is a celebration of one another (or whatever... something less cheesy-like).

wooooo-cheee-beee!

I believe in Monstas, everybody: BEESH MONSTAS!

[Applause. Apple sauce! Plausible applause, et cetera.]

It would've been in '02--either it didn't happen, or I wasn't even notified, which would make me still a high school pariah a whole decade on. But that's okay--the only reason I would have gone would be to see how many of the former alpha males grew up to look like John Kruk and spend all their time and money at the sports bar in between a double shift at the machine shop and beating up their 250-pound former cheerleader wives and their six kids.

Not only do I not speak to anyone from high school, but if I ran into any one of those people in the desert, parched and dying of thirst, I wouldn't even piss in their mouth to re-hydrate them.

lemur68 wrote:It would've been in '02--either it didn't happen, or I wasn't even notified, which would make me still a high school pariah a whole decade on. But that's okay--the only reason I would have gone would be to see how many of the former alpha males grew up to look like John Kruk and spend all their time and money at the sports bar in between a double shift at the machine shop and beating up their 250-pound former cheerleader wives and their six kids.

Not only do I not speak to anyone from high school, but if I ran into any one of those people in the desert, parched and dying of thirst, I wouldn't even piss in their mouth to re-hydrate them.

Awesome post, man.

My best friend Mike --- who by all accounts is a great, great guy --- graduated along with me and about a dozen other friends. Even if I hated everyone else at school -- which I don't -- we could always just talk to ourselves, this little group and I. Hell! I would go just for that! Seeing as how the last time all of us had face time was December of '05, the first time in ages.

Also, I'm in pretty good shape for my age. Kind of a scrawny runt, but it's easy to see that I'm aging well and haven't had the life beating out of me yet. What I mean is, however ugly I am now it's most definitely an improvement on what I looked like then, so perhaps there's a chance I could get laid with some girl I had a fleeting crush on who would've rejected my old self, ten years prior.

Then I could seal my revenge by two-pump-chumping her at the tail end of a Motel 6 afterparty, right before cutting her face off.





























j/k

I had fun at mine. But then again, I enjoyed high school.

The only bad part was that the deejay felt compelled to play songs from our year of graduation, 1984, maybe the worst year for popular music in history. Thank God for Prince, that's all I've got to say.

I hated high school. Everyone was a fucking dickhead piece of shit...

...I couldn't imagine ever having the desire to go to my reunion. Let the past be the past.