2004-09-10 - 4:50 p.m.

There are few things that can make you regress to the age of 14 faster than an impending high school reunion. I just received an invite to my 15th, YIKES! About 6 months ago I was very excited to attend as I did not attend my 10th and would have liked to see what people were up to. A month ago the organizer of said event sends me a save the date for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Normally I would not go home for Thanksgiving, but I thought I could make an exception this year and I emailed the organizer to find out where it was. She emailed back with enthusiasm that it was to be held at a local community center. The kind of center you would have a baby shower or graduation party, the kind of center that you would have to self cater and clean before you leave.

I was a good friend with this girl in high school and we retained polite correspondence through the years. So I didn’t want to hurt her feelings for coming up with such a crap place, so I opted for the passive aggressive approach of trying to get her to change her mind. “Is the place big enough?” “What will we do for food?” “Oh, I just assumed it would be held at XYZ.” Clearly I was too subtle. I got my invite today with the date and location remaining the same, with a price of $20 per person or $35 per couple. For that I assuming you will either get two slices of pizza and four Miller Lites or someone’s Thanksgiving leftovers.

The thing is she honestly thinks this is a nice place. Maybe I am just spoiled, what with all the black tie events I attend each week. Between the gallery openings, museum benefits, and penthouse dinner parties, not to mention all the political parties I am expected to attend due to my rather sizable contribution, I am used to nicer surroundings*. But for Christ’s sake spit the hayseed out of your teeth and realize that you cannot be your most perfect self around your former classmates at a place that has a bingo night. Am I alone on this? I want to wear a cocktail dress, I want to look better than my nemesis, I want to gloat about not being 30 pounds overweight, I want to brag about leaving my hometown (unlike most).

I haven’t made my decision yet, I think I will just have to keep my eye on the guest list and see who is coming. There are a few people that I have lost contact with over the years and regret that. I have tried in vain to find them to no avail. It would be great to catch up but I am not sure I want to rehash the last 15 years of my life in a place that holds the annual pancake dinner.

*OK, that was all a load of crap. I just wanted you all to think that libbyfish was posh. Sadly she is not.

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