Posted: 4/16/2016 1:10:02 PM EDT
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Wife wanted to attend an informal gathering of her classmates she graduated with about 1 million years ago . So I agreed to escort her to the event since she has zero since of direction to return home.
My advice is unless you are great friends with the group overall , don't go . Looked like a charter bus of senior citizens had stopped at Mc Donalds along the interstate somewhere. And piled out . And not interesting at all . gd |
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Went to my 10 year resently. Ended up really only talking to the ppl I still hang out with anyway. I doubt I'll go to another. My 30th is next year. The fifth sucked. Nobody changed, they were all still hanging out in their little cliques ignoring everybody else or giving each other dirty looks. I'd just returned from four years in the Army so had a different perspective than a bunch of "kids" who drank their way through college or never left their hometown for the previous five years. I was excited to talk about patrolling the East German border, seeing the Wall come down, travelling through Germany, Belgium, Holland, Luxembourg, France, England, Austria, and Switzerland then spending the next two years jumping out of planes for a living but just received a bunch of blank stares. We were on a Harbor cruise too so couldn't leave. Luckily, the only other guy there who could relate (he just got out of the Marines) was so coked out of his head he started climbing on the outside structure of the boat so the Captain took us in an hour early. Tenth was better. Everybody grew up for the most part and everybody was friendly. Girls who treated me like shit in high school suddenly acted like my best friend. I had a much better time. One of my good friends had a bit too much to drink before we got there so was a little out of it which was fun. One of the kids in my class became a Monk (wearing the big brown robe with a rope for a belt, the whole thing) and she was raised in a devout Catholic family and has issues with it...so started telling religious jokes and grabbed his ass. I about fell over laughing. We graduated in 1987 and the DJ didn't have a single piece of music from the 80's. He had 50's, 70's, and 90's. Awkward. Fifteenth wasn't bad. People's looks changed a lot. Unfortunately they didn't make name tags this time and actually had a hard time figuring out who a lot of people were. Skinny folks got fat, fat kids lost weight, guys lost all their hair, pretty girls suddenly looked like models and girls who were beautiful in high school looked like they'd been ridden hard and put away wet. It was an eye-opener. Twentieth was the funnest. It was like they pumped the building full of nitrous. I had a good time, it was actually kinda nice meeting spouses and seeing how people turned out. Twenty-fifth was hard. I was really sick with Lyme Disease and had a PIC (central line). The group was much smaller and they had a big board with pics of everybody who died. A girl I was good friends with died of cancer and I didn't even know. I kinda wish I didn't go. Once again, it was hard to recognize people. Thirtieth.....I live on the other side of the country so won't be attending this one. I'm spending the travel money on an Army reunion instead. |
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With a name like "gandydancer," it can be assumed that both of them are old as fuck. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile Quoted:
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So what you're saying is your wife is old? With a name like "gandydancer," it can be assumed that both of them are old as fuck. Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile My thought too. 
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