Connie and I met in high school.
For the past couple of years, she has been looking forward to our 10 year reunion. I, on the other hand, have a much more misanthropic view of my high school days, and a more pragmatic take on the place of chemical weapons in reunion planning. Anyway, she still talks to a few of her friends from those days, and she was planning on going to the damn thing (and dragging me with her) for some reason known only to the female mind.
I resigned myself to this and resolved to get drunk and insult as many people as possible, guaranteeing she would never take me to a class reunion (or anywhere else for that matter) again.
Well, we got the notice about the reunion a few days ago. Thanks to America's seemingly bottomless appetite for nostalgia, there are now reunion planning services. I had no idea there was a market for this kind of useless crap, but one of them (reunionmakers.com) is handling the arrangements for our reunion, and charging 65 bucks a person for the privilege of attending. And this does not include drinks.
Thankfully, I married a woman who doesn't let nostalgia overrule the absolute insanity of the idea of paying 130 dollars to make small talk with people I hated ten years ago.
Edit: Connie is now an official Ph. D. In lieu of flowers, send money.
I resigned myself to this and resolved to get drunk and insult as many people as possible, guaranteeing she would never take me to a class reunion (or anywhere else for that matter) again.
Well, we got the notice about the reunion a few days ago. Thanks to America's seemingly bottomless appetite for nostalgia, there are now reunion planning services. I had no idea there was a market for this kind of useless crap, but one of them (reunionmakers.com) is handling the arrangements for our reunion, and charging 65 bucks a person for the privilege of attending. And this does not include drinks.
Thankfully, I married a woman who doesn't let nostalgia overrule the absolute insanity of the idea of paying 130 dollars to make small talk with people I hated ten years ago.
Edit: Connie is now an official Ph. D. In lieu of flowers, send money.