My high school wasn’t much like the ones you see in the movies, where everyone is strictly aligned with a click, and no one gets along. Sure, there were clicks — I graduated with 500 other people, so of course people will fall naturally into one group or another — but there was plenty of inter-click mingling. It wasn’t like Mean Girls or Clueless or the Breakfast Club, unless time has done a trick on my memory. Now college on the other hand …
All of that is to say my 10-year high school reunion is this weekend, and even though I’ve been claiming for several years that Facebook makes reunions irrelevant I’ve still been planning for some time to go. I mean, I didn’t love or hate high school any more than the average student, but I’d still like to gloat about how awesome my life is reminisce and hug a few old friends.
I made this decision, of course, before I found it was taking place in August, one of my hell months at work. And before I found out that I’d have to work up until Friday morning before making the six-hour drive to Memphis and partying Friday night and Saturday night. And then get up early Sunday and make the six-hour return trip only to work that afternoon.
Have I mentioned I’ve been working 12-hour days pretty much six days a week lately?
I’ve noticed on the Facebook event page for the reunion that there are plenty of people NOT coming. And I get that, to an extent. I get that to the extent of living beyond a six hour drive from Memphis, having multiple kids to juggle, having to work, not being able to afford the tickets and not having anywhere to stay.
But I’ve noticed that there are plenty of people who still live in Memphis, don’t have any kids, don’t have to work and can afford the tickets who aren’t coming. And to those people, I say WHAT THE HELL?
I mean, if I can work a trip to see them into my craptastic schedule, the least they can do is SHOW UP, amiright?
Sheesh. The nerve.
BTW, I am proud to announce that I found a cocktail dress for the Saturday evening portion of the reunion for $25 at a local boutique. Looking good on the cheap, FTW!
*This post brought to you by sheer exhaustion.