Before I get into my post I have a few housekeeping things to deal with before I forget them. The winner of the giveaway for the book The Life You've Imagined is SUSAN! Susan, I have your email and I will contact you this evening for your mailing address.
Number two- I am doing this backwards because if I get one more email asking how my reunion went I may go homicidal and nobody needs or wants that. SO that means my grad pictures AND more high school memories post is tomorrow. Just hold your fucking horses, yall.
So. Let's get to the recap. As most of you know I have a 30/30 list in which I've compiled some things that I am determined to do before I turn 30. I'm pretty much freaking out at this point but I'm going to just focus on one item at a time. On that list was attending my ten year high school reunion. And I didn't put it on there for any dramatic reason like I've beaten cancer, saved a million puppies, or have lost 400 pounds since then, but because I really hated high school. Every school has it's groups and once you get in a group you're stuck there. BUT.... if you didn't grow up in Superior it's almost impossible to make die hard friends. You are automatically labeled and it's just really hard. And I moved here in 8th grade so that makes it a lot harder since that's the age when things get awful for most kids.
Anyways. So I haven't really kept in touch with anyone from high school. Not because I didn't want to but because nobody really cared. And I don't say that to be all emo but because it's just the way it is. I've made other friends and moved on. Now since Facebook has come along it's changed things a bit and people are at least fakey nice to you.
OK- so my reunion was Friday and Saturday. I was only planning on going Friday night but got sucked into going Saturday because my friend from high school, Amanda, asked me to. And because I'm a good friend who can fall for a guilt trip I agreed.
But Friday night it was at a pizza place and I'm going to go on a limb and say about 75% of people were completely trashed by 9pm.
1. Nobody has changed. If they were straight up bitchy in high school, they still were. If they were socially awkward- they represented themselves as socially awkward still. If they were too stoned to remember high school they did well by covering that up and pretended to know who people were.
2. Dear ladies- there comes a point in your life where you have to stop dressing like you are 21. You aren't. You are 28 and let's be real--- it looks a little pathetic to be trying so hard. If dressing and acting this part hasn't landed you a husband yet it's probably time to switch tactics.
3. I got my ass rubbed and grabbed (separate occasions) on Friday. Saturday I got one rub and I'm pretty sure two grabs. Friday night also garnered me an "accidental" boob rub. Except it was open palm so I'm pretty sure that's not an accident.
4. I got to catch up with my high school crush. *sigh* He's still super cute and I am pretty much kicking myself in the ass for never asking him out. I should have and I didn't because I was a loser. But he pretty much told me he would have gone for it.
5. I had three guys tell me they had crushes on me in high school, one guy tell me I looked "really fucking good" and one guy told me my "eyes were dangerous". Seriously.
6. One girl who I know I didn't graduate with but was at our reunion told me I was super hot and asked if I would be into a threesome. I'm not sure who she was dating/married to but it didn't matter because I don't know if she was serious. I'm hoping she wasn't because that's just totally weird and random but she was super drunk. So who knows.
7. I was on a roll on Friday. I got two tables laughing with my running commentary on the activities. Examples: I'm pretty sure one classmate married a chick who has down syndrome- nobody was able to confirm or deny this, one of the popular girls who was as bitchy as can be gained a lot of weight. Some people said she's going through a divorce and my answer to that is Chips Ahoy isn't going to make it better. It's probably petty to feel like even the popular girls couldn't stay skinny.
8.It was determined that one guy who regularly chats on FB with me is a confirmed creeper. He's not just a fucktard pervert to me- he does it to almost everyone. You have no idea how badly I wanted to say something to him in front of his wife. Two other FB weirdos stared at me. They wouldn't come talk to me but they just stared. I tried to avoid eye contact but people at my table kept reporting that indeed- they were still staring.
9. Oh- I found out that I'm apparently famous. Kind of I guess. People on FB actually read my blog but they don't comment. Start commenting, whores. :) *Mwah!
10. The kid that couldn't read in high school learned out to Bedazzle his shirt. (more on that whole story tomorrow!!!) It was a proud moment. Renee and I were regretful that we did not keep our "Hey Kids! Learn to Read!" poster. *sigh*
Obviously, for the sake of people's lives I'm not going to mention names. That and I'm going to link this post on Facebook and it might be embarrassing. And in one case one of these people are married and I am not going to go all Tiger Woods mistress up in here.
Anyways. I was really bummed because we had a huge graduating class- somewhere over 500 people and MAYBE 80-90 people were there. Why such low numbers? Because the planning committee relied on Facebook to get invitations out. Now, I get that it's expensive to do invitations and postage. But did they have to be fancy? Couldn't we have just done a one page flyer type thing? It also didn't need to be two nights. It could have been one night- appetizers and drinks. We could have even had a "bring your own beer" which is what some people did- but they partied in the parking lot instead of inside where the live band was and that sucked. Also, while the band was marginally good they played all 80s music. Let me tell you- when they pulled out "Mr. Roboto" I almost went gangbusters. Seriously- we graduated in 2000, not 1989. We should have had a DJ who played stuff from the four years of high school. While you can tell that effort was put into some things it was painfully obvious that other stuff was half assed. And that sucks.
I feel bad for the people who have no idea a reunion even happened because they aren't on Facebook. Yes, Facebook is changing the way a lot of things happen but let's be real- some people aren't on Facebook. Some people aren't in touch with anyone from 10 years ago but still would have liked to make an appearance. For the amount of money that people had to pay it was far below expectations.
Things I've learned: keep my expectations low and carry pepper spray. See you in 2020. Unless we have a 15 year which we totally should to make up for the lackluster 10 year.