Twenty years

Dr.Jass

Dr.Jass

Pastor of Muppets
This past weekend was my 20-year class reunion. I had hesitated to go--the usual bad attitude about none of the bastards staying in contact and so on--but after talking to a few friends (one of whom pointed out I've moved no less than 19 times since I graduated so I wasn't easy to keep tabs on), I was convinced, and decided to bite the bullet and attend.

Man, am I glad I did. What a blowout. :dance: I haven't partied like that in a long time, and it was great to see so many of the old crew, even though we don't bump into each other much anymore.

I was voted "Most Changed" since when I graduated I had hair halfway to my ass, I was 5'9" compared to today's 6'2", and I'm now about 55lbs lighter--I went about 245 graduation day. Yeah, I was a portly scrub. I'm sure Stretch remembers it. :D Maybe I'll post then/now photos in the Member's section.

Anyhow, when I walked into the bar the first night the first person I met was my junior prom date. I just kind of slapped her on the shoulder as I walked by and said, "Hey, Karen!" She had no idea who I was whatsoever--"Are you with us?"--so I told her I'd give her a subtle hint: "I took you to the junior prom." She looked at me, looked down, rubbed her chin, looked up at the ceiling, then looked me straight in the eye and said, "No... I went with Pierre." :D The girls with whom she was standing had seen me fairly recently, and just howled with laughter. She was astounded... made me feel pretty good, really. Later in the night, I was actually ordered to present I.D. a couple of times to other girls who absolutely refused to believe I was who I claimed. :doh:

There were a lot of fun memories, many of which included some truly-wild house and camp parties thrown by your author--and after some brainstorming, we all came to the conclusion that I was the only person in our class who ever actually threw parties. Buncha cowards... One girl piped up about having thrown a couple, but I had to point out that 15-30 people constitutes a study group with beer... parties have triple-digit attendance, loud music, cops, and will require a cleaning crew the next day. Oh, and your Mom will be pissed at you for months. :D

Things were pretty wild Friday night. OK, in my case, really wild. Suffice to say that reunions are like Vegas: what happens on Friday stays with Friday... but you're still gonna feel awkward meeting a spouse (or maybe two :toot:) on Saturday night. In fact, I almost didn't go on Saturday because I was pretty sure I was gonna get my ass kicked. It never happened, but I sure felt like it did Sunday morning. :D

Was I drunk? Damned straight. Was I a dog? Absolutely. Do I feel like I got run over by a '54 Power Wagon? Yes, and I'm pretty sure it dragged me a couple hundred yards. Regrets? Not a one.

By all means, even if you hated your whole class, go to your next reunion if for no other reason than to watch the amazing transformation from raging hormonal turbo-slut on Friday to doting wife or husband on Saturday. This is comedy at its finest, trust me... some crazy shit went on, some of which involved me and some of which I couldn't believe was happening in a relatively-public place, and the two were not necessarily mutually exclusive. Believe me, there were a lot of sly smiles being passed around Saturday night with the spouses present. Hell, you might even find out that one of the prettiest girls in your class has carried a torch for you for nearly 20 years even though you were overweight and funny-looking at the time.

Much beer, much laughter, and much better to go to a reunion as a single guy... because I can post about it. ;) :dance:
 
Glad you had a good time. :)

I absolutely hated my time in high school, so I simply didn't go. I spent most of the time either in the adjacent parking lot getting high, or wishing I was in the adjacent parking lot getting high.
Somehow, I made it thru till the last two months of grade 12, when circumstances dictated I not return.

I still talk to several of my buds from back then. You're right. The glassy eyed stoners and gear heads are now, for the most part, all grown up.
 
Amazingly, resto, the judgmental uppity jackass types largely weren't there. It was mostly the folks with whom I hung, and though there were so-called "popular" people there it was really laid-back and enjoyable. I guess it's still the party people that show up to a party.

It was funny to see the changes, and those who hadn't changed. A couple of the girls looked like they'd just stepped out of the yearbook, but the funniest had to be the stud-muffin varsity quarterback who's now about 320lbs and sloppy... he apparently found all the weight I lost, and then some.
 
Would be my 30th next year...being that no-one showed up to the 25th, I'm pretty sure they won't bother trying to organise anything.
 
The last time I was home, I ran into one of my croonies, we got talking and it turns out he is now a counsellr for troubled youth. He'd be talking from the heart, 'cause as a youth, he got into more trouble than me.
Much like pigpen from peanuts gave off the dustcloud when he moved, this guy carried his own cloud with him. :)
 
After leaving High School I never looked back...I might have been inclined to go to the 25 year reunion but never got invited or even knew if there was one. :huh:
 
sounds like you had a blast. i still have a long ways to a high school reunion. in the beginning i had no intentions of going, but now that i heard your story, doc, it puts many things in perspective... thanks.
 
The more things change, the more they stay the same... I'm tellin' ya, it's a hoot to watch. I never cared about high school much, particularly after I left--used to point and laugh at the guys wearing varsity jackets 3 years later--but it sure is fun to people-watch and see the crazy shit that happens. :D

Even better if you can be a part of some of that crazy shit. ;)
 
My 20th will be next year. I can't think of 5 people from back then I give a shit to see. doubtful I will go, but you never know.

dennis
 
Dennis: by all means, go. Like I said, it's fun to watch if nothing else. I couldn't think of even 5 that I'd want to see, but as it turned out it was fun to see the whole lot for the most part, and watching what happened between Friday and Saturday was a riot. Trust me, you won't regret it--at least if you go in with the "this is gonna suck" attitude, because that's how I went and I ended up really enjoying myself.

68isgr8: I did not ask for phone numbers or e-mail addresses, though I was asked for mine. I've heard from two girls from over the weekend, but I'm not worried about whether I hear from anyone else. I got by without these folks for 20 years just fine, and I will continue to do so. If they want to get in touch, they have my info. If not, well, realistically, I'm well past the point where I need someone else to validate me as a person. I have my life at 37; if you want to try to jump back into it after all this time, I'll see if I can squeeze you in. I don't mean to sound like a bastard; it's just the reality of the situation.
 
Well, I was just thinkin' that it won't be too long before you are gonna get your official 'nuts cane & walker and be joining the rest of us old bastards...:D
 
Glad you had a good time Jass...and going single helped I'm sure.

I missed my 10 year..bastards didn't contact anyone and I later found out only about half the graduating class showed.

The 20 will be in 4 years and I hope to go...even though I haven't spoken with anyone from high school for almost 11 years..I'll still go to watch the show...:bravo:
 
My high school, (home town) is so small, they have an all school reunion every five years. It's great in that you knew as many people in the classes a few years ahead of and behind you as from your own class. There's one this summer that I was looking forward to, but plane tickets went from $302 in February to about $485 now. Could still swing it, but out of principle I will pass.

The first one I attended was my 25th, and yes, if I would have been by myself, my morals would not have been intact when I left. Amazing how 18 year old ugly ducklings can become 43 year old MILF's. And when a hot girl in the class ahead of you tells you she had a crush on you in the 10th grade the "what might have beens" last a long time. :wall::wall::wall::wall:

Glad you had a good time Doc
 
65 Fury, you mentioned the 5 year thing I'm pretty sure mine does the same thing. I gradeated in the top ten of my class (there was 11 of us).

I did the 20 year thing in 2005 same folks just a little fatter and rougher around the edges.
It kind of sucked because there was a guy who wanted it to "be all that" with planning a 3 day event and rsvps and that crap, no-one rsvpeed so we all gathered at Smiths' place for some bbq and beers.

If it was 20 miles away I probably wouldn't have bothered, but I had a cool 1200 mile road trip.
 
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