Sometimes I wonder if we're all just staring at a test pattern, up way too late for no good reason.
I Skipped My 5 Year College Reunion
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just staring at a test pattern, up way too late for no good reason.
Sometimes I wonder if we're all just staring at a test pattern, up way too late for no good reason.
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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5 comments:
You didn't miss that much. I saw a few people I hadn't talked to for a while, but it became painful about halfway through my fifth conversation about what I'm doing now.
But the appetizers were good, and I had 3 pints of smithyicks. Mmm, beer.
If you didn't attend, did it really happen?
That's a good point, Missy. That's how I feel about not seeing the collapsed bridge.
Yeah, i guess I don't understand reunions much. Why would you want to hang out with people you don't feel like calling or even e-mailing once in five years? I keep thinking about "Grosse Point Blank"
I went to my five year, but missed ten, fifteen and twenty.
My twenty-fifth reunion is next year. Damn, I'm old.
As old as Pastor Michelle, if my recollection is clear.
Meh, it was at a bar, what can I say. I did avoid all the other organized reunion crap though.
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