In less than 24 hours I will be at my twentieth high school reunion. Twenty years! I feel so damn old. I wonder if anyone will still be wearing an ACDC tee-shirt or listening to Journey. I wonder how many men will be bald. Okay so here's where I admit that I was actually a cheerleader. Yep me. Hard to believe and not something I admit lightly, but it's true. In some warped teenage desire to fit in I decided that this was the way to go. Boy was I wrong. At least I rebelled by constantly being out of step with everyone else as illustrated below:
I know that i am in the minority in that I am still close to my friends from high school. Here we are at our graduation (except Val and JVH who are missing in the pic):
We are all going to the reunion sans spouses (who are staying at our friend Jenny's parents house and taking care of all of the kids). Afterwards we are spending the night at 66 Winship for old time's sake. Except this time we won't get busted for drinking, unless it's by our children.
So as of Sunday I should have some funny stuff to report and some pictures of our aging class of 1985. Hopefully, I will not make a total drunken ass of myself. But if I were you, I wouldn't bet money on it.