The 15 year reunion…in advance
So, people in my class (some who can see this. Hi, y’all) are planning our 15 year reunion. A couple of things occur to me while this is happening.
#1- all of us are frantically trying to figure out how much lipo, botox, hair color and new wardrobes run and if we can pull it together by October.
#2- Honestly, I don’t remember half of these people and it’s not because I was stuck up then or now, it’s because I’m old and sometimes forget words like “filing cabinet” (you know, that THING, that THING in the corner that holds…the files!).
#3- I’m thinking we might be better off just bringing a bunch of coolers to the jr. high (our old high school) and drinking (some of us will be drinking water, but drinking because I guarantee it will still be 271 degrees then because THIS SUMMER IS NEVER GOING TO END) and trying to remember who everyone is that way. Some of us got way hotter while others of us are just content to be way smarter. I don’t know that we need a reunion to rub it in…That’s what facebook is for.
Bless your hearts, anyway. At some point, the numbers will be dwindling and I think I might regret it if I don’t go see everyone now and tell them how wonderful my life is and how awesome every day is all the time…but Facebook exposes all of the reality of my life so I don’t think lying is going to cut it. Just two nights ago I freaked myself out when a bug was on my head that had been there for over an hour and I just happened to put my hand on it. This resulted in massive screaming, hollering and looking like a fool. I’m just not going to get away with the sophisticated Dr. Jillian thing…I’m not graceful enough.
If I just sit there, drink my water and be quiet in a pretty dress and let everyone mill around me, it might work.