$30 per person for a ticket to my ten year high school reunion and that doesn’t include any alcohol? Thanks but no thanks. I could have sworn we elected the popular kids to be class president so the reunions would be fun, not so they could be cheap and lame.
Girl - that sounds like a (pre-drankin’-necessary) DEAL!
My reunion was just canceled because not enough people sent dollas, myself included, because it was $180/couple for a weekend-long celebration that included:
- a Friday night mixer at a martini lounge
- a fancy-type reception/dinner/dancing on Saturday night
- a family bbq at our high school on Sunday
People get rull excited about graduating from high school in Milwaukee (only 41% chance of doing so in our public schools these days).
I’m sad though - I was psyched about the Saturday night/typical “reunion” portion (with a more reasonable pricetag). I worked P’s reunion three years ago OUT (holler, Bay Port c/o ‘98!) (even though P told me our wedding was off b/c the girls I made friends with in the restroom were on “Poms”)* (whatever, P - they were the nicest, and also the only cute, well-ish dressed ones there!) (and don’t hate) (it’s not my fault they liked me more in two minutes than they liked you in four years) (thank heavens you’re cooler now than you were then!)
I was looking forward to showing my boo how my people get down.
Also, P has been around black people, but has never been around lots of black people (/my people), booty dancing to the Thong Song (wha?? that’s not your ideal class reunion??) (I wanna see how he rolls with it) (please - I worked a room full of people from the country at his reunion!).
* Poms was non-existent at my school. We had stompers. WHAT.
I know who likes you. He’s not wearing anything yellow.
- except my game pronounced it, “lellow.”
Just realized that I was following aforementioned cute-funny-husband-friend!
Good thing he doesn’t follow me (although I think he’s missing out!)!
This is kind of like the time I friended our old (psycho) landlord on Facebook after P took a freelance design project for his business, and P pointed out that I had LOTS of pictures posted from our housewarming party-including those of the pinata we had made to look like said landlord (with his name on the back).
(P might have been simulating…acts…with the pinata) (and even my grandma had to get in on the shenanigans with a granny-dropkick)
Since P hadn’t yet been paid, and FB was blocked at work, I had to take an early lunch to go home and block him from the albums - eek!