My 10-year reunion

Next weekend is my 10-year reunion. I will not be attending.

To advertise the reunion, my class has its own blog where fellow graduates are encouraged to send in updates about their lives and families. I took this opportunity to say what all those of us who choose not to attend are thinking.

The reason I've waited to tell you, my faithful blog readers about this hair brained and irrational post, is because I promised if 25 people left comments, I would change my mind and attend. I knew that you - those who profess to love me and be my friends- would turn against me filling the comment boards - ensuring my doom and sealing my fate to attend a reunion I had little desire to attend.

But alas, the deadline has passed. It was a close call, but the comment board did not reach 25. So now comes the time I share with you, my faithful readers, my post to the Viewmont Class of 98 blog...

Dear fellow Vikings,

I am still undecided about attending the reunion, but I'm leaning toward going to see Hellboy II: The Golden Army instead. For a few reasons, actually. Here they are in no particular order.

First – I have probably forgotten your name. Yes, we had 3 classes together including lifetime activities and physics. That doesn't matter. I have a horrible memory. That's why when I saw you at Dick's Market a few weeks ago I quickly ducked into the other isle so I wouldn't have to embarrass myself by acknowledging your existence.

Second – the whole "reunion" thing just sounds awkward. I really hate big mingle parties. I can handle small parties with a few people, but when the party gets bigger than say, 12 people, I want to turn into a wallflower and hide. I've never really figured out why. Besides, it doesn't help that about a year into my mission, out of boredom and desperation to receive more letters, I wrote to every single girl I had a crush on in high school. Yes some of you were already married, but I had been in Portugal for a year and for some reason it felt like I'd never come home to face the reality of what I was doing. Well, I'm home now and not really too excited about seeing you ladies face to face. (NOTE: If you got one of these letters, don't be too flattered – I sent out a LOT of them. I had a lot of high school crushes).

Third – I wasn't popular in high school. There might be 1-3 people who attend the reunion, who while leaving think "Man, I wish Ike Yospe would have showed up. I miss that guy." I have kept in contact with most of my good high school buddies. We have our own reunions. And we don't wait 10 years to have them. If, however, 25 people post comments on this entry, I will gladly admit to being wrong and will happily attend the reunion.

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