Last weekend was my class reunion...my 20 year class reunion.
A less than auspicious occasion I was content to let pass like a painful but small kidney stone.
It was held a nearby swanky hotel, the plan being Friday evening was a cocktail/informal meet and greet at the hotel bar (gratis) followed on Saturday evening by the official "grand" event.
My plan was to miss the entire experience, my dear friend since early development planned to attend just the Friday night do.
Of course she calls me at 11:00 friday night drunk as a skunk telling me how much fun they're having and how it just isn't the same without me.
Haaaa I doubt that, since I could very well have been voted the girl you least likely remember going to high school.
But those pesky pregnancy hormones got to me, and made me all weak.
So I slipped into a slinky red dress that showed by big belly to its best (smirk) and toddled off to see how the classmates have fared.
The guys are all skeevy old guys. Either fat or just creepy (drug usage in the late eighties/early nineties not kind)
And the women? Well most are divorced and trying to convince everyone how thrilled they are with this..but one...a rather athletic lass..bleached her hair and got new boobs!
And she is still a bitch!
God I hated high school.
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