Sunday, September 2, 2007
Nostalgia.
I received an invitation to my 10 year high school reunion. Hmmm. I'm not sure if I want to revisit that particular hell. They cleverly scheduled it around Thanksgiving, so I will be nearby should I choose to attend. It would have been so easy to say, oh, sorry I moved 3,000 miles away, I can't come. And coincidentally KROQ is having a "rock of the 90's" weekend. It's as if I've stepped into a time machine. Where are my dorky glasses and my Nirvana t-shirt?
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CALL MOM!! SHE'S BEEN CALLING YOU FOR TWO DAYS!
Actually, it was just one day. I already talked to her. Thanks "Matteo"
where ARE you?
Oh my GAWD! I'm not dead!
Woah. When did I get a Blogger display name? Neat! Did I sign up for that? Did you drug my smoothie and make me do things that I now cannot remember???
Who are you???
Back to the post at hand: I never went to my reunion. I would have, had I not had a wedding to go to that weekend. I'm rather glad I didn't, though, because the three people I would have wanted to see were not in attendance anyway. That, and I couldn't find my Nirvana t-shirt.
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