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Monday, August 01, 2005
Had my 10 year class reunion yesterday. I was amazed at how un-lame it was.
I went wanting gossip. I wanted to see who got fat, who was gay, who I still hated, and who still hated me. For the most part, I was disappointed in that. Yes, some people gained weight, but no one was really huge. Some people lost weight, some looked exactly the same (apart from haircuts), but everyone was cool. The turnout wasn't huge, but it was all good people.
There were some people, however, that I wished had been there. I'm gonna go ahead and post their names, hoping that they do vanity Google searches.
Lance Millar -- no one knows where you are. You graduated, joined the military, and your family moved.
Amy Sapp -- Yeah, you're all busy saving the world at Harvard, but it would have been cool had you made it down.
Bret Schacht -- Do you know how many rumors about you I had to set straight? Several.
I hung out with people I'd never hung out with in High School. I saw at least one former crush. (Yeah, like I'm gonna post that name. She probably knows. But, she's not single.) I saw no fights. I am, apparently, the only member of my class that still sings. I wowed everyone with my rendition of "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak.
It was a good time. So good, in fact, that it made me miss the last Sad Old Lady concert.
In other news, I think I'm writing a sci-fi novel. It's not quite one page long yet.
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