I Think The Dread Starts The Day After Graduation...

Speaking of scheduling vacation days for the year, the date for my 20 year reunion has been set.

My friend and I immediately took to our beds and started talking about it and wondering a)why we even care (but we do!) and maybe after this summer we will no longer really have to think about high school. Which was a little less than kind to either of us.

I'm so torn on whether or not to go. On one hand, I kind of want to. I have friends that will be there that I haven't seen for awhile and I would love to catch up. In the flesh. On the other hand, I hated high school. I've made great strides in my life and don't want to go through the whole "feeling awkward and 14 again". On one hand, I would get to go home again. On the other...I hated high school. See the pattern?

I think it would be fine and I'm definitely erring on the side of going (although did I mention it would be in New Mexico? In JULY?) but there is a little part of me that isn't sure I can fake smile my way through three days. Even if the other part of me really wants to show Isaac how insane my graduating class was. And there's the matter of it taking time away from home and having to reschedule Sammy's birthday plans. Which I swore I'd never do. And I think it's the main thing holding me back from firmly committing...well, that and it's still a day's drive from any airport to my home town, so getting there isn't going to be a rosy ball of fun. Sigh. What does one wear to a 20 year reunion when she'll be one of a handful not completely wasted? Oh, wait. Same thing I wore in high school... (go 6th period 'game of quarters'! I mean Food Science!)

I'm looking MUCH more forward to Isaac's 20 year. At least then I can hang with friends I know and see on a nearly daily basis anyway!

(In finding the right song for today's video, I found this list. And then curled into a tight ball, rocking back and forth as much for the sheer greatness of music 1992 produced and for how holy fricking old I am. Sigh...However. This. Perfect AND it's from 1992. Sometimes the music gods smile...)


(we hate it when our friends become successful, morrissey)