Interweb, I’ve got a high school reunion this weekend. A big one. And it isn’t mine.
My squeeze has been out of high school for a 20 years* so we’re headed to Corning – the Olive Capital of California – to celebrate with his classmates. It’s a two-day event and Ed has worked really hard on the reunion committee to make it a good time for his fellow Cardinals. Let’s hope my social retardedness doesn’t rear its inappropriate head** and compel me to do one of the following:
- Dress in “theme” and show up in acid wash and with huge bangs or frosted hair.
- Walk up to a random guy and confront him over our (obviously totally fictional) prom night hook-up and the fact that he never called. Bonus points if his wife is within ear shot. Double bonus points if they were high school sweethearts.
- Tell people Ed and I met on a Dungeons and Dragons chat room.
- Tell people Ed and I met through a prison pen pal service.
Friday night’s activity is a get-together at a dive bar and then Saturday is Fancy Night at Rolling Hills Casino so I have high hopes that this will be a rockin’ party. Ed just hopes I don’t embarrass the hell out of him. Ah, dream big, Sweetie.
*One of my favorite games is the “Hey, when you were learning to drive I was still playing with Barbies. Isn’t that awesome?” Ed finds it slightly less awesome.
**Inappropriate Head would be a good band name.