Reunited 

So, this past Saturday was my 10 year High School Reunion.

I'm honestly not sure how to feel about it. On the one hand, it was pretty cool to see some people I hadn't seen since June of 1996, many of whom have obviously grown up, matured, gotten married, had kids, but still seem almost exactly the same. On the other hand, it was odd to be standing there surrounded by people who've grown up, matured, gotten married, had kids, and I'm still living in an apartment, playing video games, and trying to avoid doing anything that requires responsibility. On the snarky hand, there were enough people who've put on a lot of weight to make me feel good about where I'm at physically. It sounds mean, but I'm sure people were mocking my shaved head and nerdy glasses. So nyah.

Advice on surviving your reunion:

• Don't show up early. Show up like 45 minutes in, so you can likely spot the people you want to avoid ahead of time.
• Drink.
• Go with a friend who will have your back when you're talking about someone and they start walking towards you. Always a faux pas to mock someone as they come up to say something complimentary.
• Find a spot where you can only be attacked from one, maybe two directions. If you can see people coming, you can plan accordingly--play the alphabet game to remember their name, think of what you had in common in high school, invent some obscure rumor about someone who isn't there.
• Drink.
• Try to remember that everyone else probably feels the same that you do. And take advantage of that by making up important facts about yourself.
• Don't talk about your porn movie.
• Do talk about your girlfriend's porn movie.
• Drink.

In all honesty, it was a pretty good time, and I survived and even saw some people that I wish I had seen more over the past 10 years. I'll enjoy it again in another 5 or 10 years.

In other news ...

Harvey Danger tomorrow night!