by H. Totheomo
January 30, 2009 in Begging, Commenter Help Required, I SHIT YOU NOT, Party Time, The Past
Tags: Bleg, I am Responsible for Someone's Good Time, I Can Barely Plan a Meeting, Leos are Hard to Tame
I wiz reading sumpin that dizzapeered. I haz a brain fart
HT: You can’t go wrong with a lovely arrangement of amorphophallus.
I’m not sure how much help this will be, but ours was a weekend thing, but very casual. It was a small class and a small town, so that helped. Basically, there was a meet up at the local bar on Friday night, dinner in a private room on Saturday night, and there was a Sunday brunch thing. Saturday was the biggest of the three, but this way, there were more options for people who could only make it some days or who only wanted to make it others.
There were no flowers or decor, but the class officers did present some hideous slide show, so that we could relive our fabulous high school selves. I do have fond memories of the vodka tonics, so there’s that.
I didn’t go to mine, but my wife went to hers.
They had a Saturday night “leave the kids at home, drink like you’re still in high school” event, followed by a Sunday midday “family friendly” event. It was comical to see how obvious the Saturday night revelers were by their Sunday hangovers.
That’s all I got.
I’d rather pull out all of my pubes one by one than go to my high school reunion. I respect you for this, even though I think you are nuts.
@Unfun: I’m with you, only i’ll add, bathe the plucked pubes with rubbing alcohol immediately after. I now live in the same city where i grew up and i skipped my 20-year. In other words, i couldn’t be bothered to drive 3 miles to my old high school.
@H Totheomo: just make sure there’s lots of cameras to capture the full horror of it all. I looked at pics on someone’s Facbook page and they were hilarious and yet somehow pathetic.
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