Tuesday, September 26, 2023

In Which We Reunite

 


See, if you graduate from a high school (and I did, despite evidence to the contrary.  I really did.) and then subsequently you don't die, you run into the inevitable high school reunion.  Thus, my 50th one is coming up this weekend so I am returning to the swamps of my youth to celebrate it.

I have mixed emotions about the entire affair.  Diane von Austinburg knows me so well she is already making book that I will duck out and just not go.  If you want in on that action you'll have to take it up with her.  Another old friend warned me the reunion has all the ear markings of a hostage situation.  Her advice?  "Keep the motor running."

Pooh, I say.  I escaped the grimy little town I grew up in once, I can do it again.  Plus I'll be able to visit with my family while I'm there, including my niece Amber, who's always good for a laugh.  If that's not enough high times, I'm planning to visit the cemetery where my great-grandparents, grandparents, and sundry other relatives are enjoying being dead. 

Lastly there are the twin pillars of the real delight of visiting Houston, really good Mexican food and really good barbecue.  Now we're talking.

Guys with whom I wish I was reuniting:

The entirely too flexible Trevor Adams.



Do you remember the guy last week with the extreme farmer's tan?  Here he is with his suntan more under control.



Diego Reyes is also good for a laff.



Some joke about arrows, I don't know, fill in the blank.



Paulo Victor Melo and his Ass of Death



So serious.  Lighten up, baby.



The hotel where I'll be staying closes their pool at sundown.  Fatheads.  I love swimming at night.



And in conclusion, Letterio Amadeo




 

21 comments:

  1. Be your gay self. Have a ball. You get to see how decrepit they have become. I will wait for the report.

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    1. That is exactly my plan, thank you for the encouragement.

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  2. My high school has never had a high school reunion, mostly because our class was so small that year. If I'm correct I think we only had about 115 kids. And we are apparently scattered all over the four corners of the Earth, plus no one's ever expressed interest. The way I see it I'm talking to the ones I want to be anyhow, or sleeping with them.

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    1. I'm trying to maintain an open mind about the whole thing. We'll see.

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  3. See you Thursday. And, I still suspect, Saturday night.

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  4. And why am I not able to post as myself?

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    1. You have to enter your name using the drop down next to Anonymous at the top

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    2. You cannot hide from me, DIANE VON AUSTINBURG

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  5. My ligaments tear as easily as paper.
    Anyhow, enjoy your flashback into the past! I think I'd like to go to a reunion, if only to be a fly on the wall, but my old school doesn't do that sort of thing.
    Sx

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    1. I had resigned myself to not having a reunion because nobody seemed to be organizing it, but some good soul at the very last minute pulled it together.

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  6. I've never been to my school's reunions, but I've heard that you'll be disappointed by what the "star athletes" look like now. Also, beware of anyone trying to show that they still fit into their prom dress -- they want a husband/ATM machine BAD!

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    1. I might wear a prom dress if I can scrape one up in time.

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  7. I really couldn't think of anything more tawdry than a reunion with some of the assorted bores, scruffs and nobodies I was in school with - I'm still in touch (on and off) with one of my closest friends since we were about five years old. There's only one girl who I would like to see again, as we were once very close, then she got married and had kids (now grown up, needless to say) and I moved away, and... The old, old story. Jx

    PS #2 please, horrid "throw" and all.

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  8. I once met an old school friend a year ago, she was working the till at the One Below store in an unpretentious part of the town, I wasn't looking my best, I had just been to a cafe and got a curry stain on my top, of course she recognised me straight away because I haven't changed in 30 years but she had, all I could say to her was 'You're looking well' which I used as a euphemism for 'you fat cow in a tabard'. I'll have 2, 3, 6 and 8 please. Have you thought about getting one of these there are over a 100 to choose from and they are so easy to get in and out of.

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    1. I would rather have a barium meal then meet up with old school friends.

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    2. How bad can it be? I'm sure I'll find out.

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  9. I'd rather run a drill bit through the top of my foot. I hope you have a good time, of course, but I'm expecting a good dishy post about it post-event or I'll be forced to say 'I toldja so.' Meanwhile I'll be meditating under the shade of Trevor Adams.

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  10. Isn't Mr Adams just the most luscious?

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