I went to my five-year a couple years ago (it was over Christmas break). That night included: getting into a huge fight with my friend over who was going to be the designated driver, being tackled to ground in the middle of the bar by an old friend (and looking totally drunk when I wasn’t), getting snubbed by another old friend who is apparently still pissed off that I went to prom with her boyfriend, eventually getting wasted and ending up at a party at the guy’s house who always had parties, having to get a ride home with my neighbor and her dad at 3 AM (because my designated driver got drunk).

I’m not sure I’ll go to my 10 year.

Do most of you look back on high school as the high point in your life like most people seem to do? I don't get this, personally, but I think that's what drives a lot of the interest in reunions - I don't think it's the trainwreck-factor that I and some of us would be interested in. It's going back and being with the people that you spent what many consider the best days of their lives with. But I don't consider those the best days of my life, and I think it's kind of sad to think that the best days of your life were just this four year period between rougly 14 and 18 years old. That just seems so depressing. But that's just me. I'm pretty happy with where I am now - my best days are right now, with my daughter and my wife. I think it would be pretty sad if I considered high school better than that.

I skipped my tenth, and I have no plans on going to any other reunion, either - who I wanted to keep in touch with, I did.

No, I don't consider it the best days of my life. However, I had friends that I just grew out of and I wouldn't mind spending some time to see how life is going for them and catching up. Also I would argue it has nothing to do with best but rather formative.

holy fucking nightmare

If highschool was your best time period ever, shoot yourself.

Monty's blood is now on your hands.

that wasn't my class, but he has made a teeny tiny bit more money than me.

...He's got the Wildcard Thirties to look forward to.

i don't think my class will ever have a reunion because two of the people who are supposed to organize it are divorced from each other. and i don't believe they'll be getting together to arrange any reunion among people who remember them as being a great couple.

High-school was by far not the best time of my life. It was OPENLY DECENT, but age twenty was better, as well twenty-three. Twenty-six, depending on how fall/winter shake out, could serve me well, also.

I guess I'm on an every-third-year kick.

Exactly. At your age, there's some broads that are ready to get filthy, shiv.

Crush a half a viagra in your molars and show it to them.

Failing that, there's alway chloroform...

Seriously, man. If you went to school around where you live... I can't imagine you'd have much competition. Should be a bunch of fat sox fans and construction workers. You're in shape - you should be eyeball-deep in Last Chance snatch.

Now that is truly awesome. I'm gonna have to try and figure a way to say that today.

I emphasize the old slut circuit because, I had been dating Femgar for about 6 weeks, and my buddy and his wife convinced me to bring her along. I can think of three chicks i could have "worked with" in a bathroom stall or in my car....

I had fun, I got drunk, I talked shit, I look fucking GOOD, I shucked, I jived, I stepped high, I did the Wah-Wahtusi...and I bounced.

"Oh, really, you're working for a paper company now? Fascinating. Now grab you some sink."

YOU KNOW IT!!

hot.




hehe...

"Dalen, what's taking you so long in the bathroom? & what's that noise? It's sounds like you're on a treadmill!"

Jesus, Fu - that may be the single greatest post in Obner history.

Yeah, I agree. I keep in touch with about a handful of people from high school days. The rest I couldn't give a shit about so why bother going to a reunion?

<---- skipped my 10th. Somehow they found my address in Hawaii.

Well, Lucius, it's an hard habit to break, like stalking an ex-girlfriend...

I was still so openly bitter about my miserable high school experience when my 10th rolled around, that it's probably a good thing invite didn't arrive in the mail until after the event.

By my 20th, I was actually OK enough with everything (like Runt sez, time heals the wounds that no one can see) that I was pretty excited to go. Unfortunately, a very, very close friend of my wife's family committed suicide the day before we were supposed to go down and stay with them for the reunion.

So, I'm 0-for-2 on reunions, and wonder if there will even be a 25th (2009) or 30th (2014). Que sera sera...noooooooo time is a gooooooooood time for goodbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye.

wait, what?

The answer, Dear Ducky, is that Red does not only fantasize about nites of passion with Dalen, a box of Cocoa Puffs, a half-dozen tabs of acid, & a copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. No, no -- she has her Walter Mitty moments as well.

You're all wrong, Leather Monty.
- Dalen's a happily married man. I do not fantasize about happily married men, unless that man happens to be Mark Ruffalo. I do fantasize about copying all of Dalen's porn collection.
- Cocoa Puffs... okay, you got me. I love them.
- Acid... ugh. An eight ball is all this girl needs.
- And Lady Chatterley's Lover? What kind of an amateur do you think I am?

I am sort of like a girly Mitty, though. Gets me into alot of trouble.

Duck- I made up an elaborate story to tell at the reunion. I didn't want to walk in after ten years and say, "Hey. I'm divorced, a dominatrix and currently involved in a nsa relationship. How're you?" It's best that I stayed home.