A pseudo highschool reunion tonight. WTF?!?

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I don't know about you guys, but, this kinda came as a surprise for me. I was supposed to have atleast a year or so to even think about this stuff. It's one thing to call it a get together, however, when the word "reunion" is used, I think of scenarios that occur in films. You know,

- old highschool gymnasium
- name tags
- everyone dividing into their old cliques
- the mask of insincere sincerity
- having a Basque hitman try to collect the bounty on my head
- have someone call me on inventing the glue for sticky notes

That sort of stuff.

Fortunately, this is an impromptu gathering. One held down town at the Caprice (during retro night atleast thank Cthullu [although it ai'nt no LUVAFAIR]). I already know of a few refusing to go. Something about it being of principle. Something about that time they just cannot let go.

I myself, have left it all behind me. The ones I want to keep in touch with, I actually keep in touch with to a degree. Mind you, I was one of the rare people to actually know the majority of my graduating class. Who could probably map out roughly how most people ended up. Other than my senior year, I was not that depressed.

So who knows, I may enjoy myself. I know for sure, I'll be hanging out at the bar alot tonight. Perhaps even tempted to hit the dance floor. It is retro night after all. I even have alternative plans for afterward. Too bad no girls went to my school. It sure is gonna be a sausage fest. Atleast, it won't be at the Wild Coyote like last time. It is one thing to have a highschool gathering, but, too relive highschool to that degree, is just too much. Not to mention lame . . . errr . . . sad.

Here's to getting out alive, and I should have brought my gun. I mean, we're gonna have so much fun!

Later Days.

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