High School Reunion

Jenn(ie) gets here tomorrow! Yay!

Ummm, Jenn(ie)? Our house? Is a little messy right now. Ok. A lot messy.

Sorry about that. But I did clean the bathroom and the guest room.

Anyhoo, the reason that Jen(ie) is coming to town is that its our ten year high school reunion. Ten years? That’s madness. I don’t feel old enough to have done anything significant ten years ago. But, they gave me a diploma, so it must have happened. At least I’m not old enough to start contemplating taking a bottle of white-out and a sharpie to the date on it.

Yet.

I’m not sure how I feel about this reunion business. I enjoyed high school. I had good friends, a lot of fun, got a great education. I’m not one of those people who looks back at high school as four years of hell. 

So why am I so nervous?

Perhaps it has something to do with some extra padding that I’m toting around these days. Perhaps it has something to do with an inherent inferiority complex. 

Perhaps I’ve just seen too many movies and TV shows about reunions. Everyone always seems to vaguely dread these things and worry about going back and impressing people. 

At least I don’t have to worry about pulling a Grosse Pointe Blank and being sent to kill my former girlfriend’s Dad. I never dated any girls in high school. And, as far as I know, I’ve never been hired to kill anyone.

Compared to that, this should be fairly easy.