Wild Reunion

Saturday, I took a sojourn down to Wildwood NJ to a place called Westy's for the Annual Archbishop Ryan Reunion. It's an "Every year" Reunion so it is packed.

My friend Pam called and asked if I was going. Since I haven't seen her in about 10 years, I decided to make an appearance. Not the merry socialite I am today, I don't really know too many people from high school. Of the 3 people that I hung out with in high school, I am still close with two of them (one is a cloaked reader of this here blog) and they couldn't make it (read: had little desire to make it).

While there, I saw three guys that I went to school with. One I barely knew and the other two were the class bully types. "Hey! Great to see you. You were a real dick in high school." Doesn't go over well. So I made pleasantries and tried to ignore the voice of Gollum in my head saying "Deathlok is falses. . .he speaks false."

After about an hour of standing there and having people come up to me and saying "Hi! Is your brother/sister here!" It was suggested that we go back to the Denise Callahan's house (a girl from the old neighborhood). I few of us went back there and we caught up a little bit. Very nice.

The point of all this is. . . .of the guys that I saw, I learned this. I Look Great! . . . Well, comparatively. I swear to God I wanted to say "I think I went to school with your son." I now believe that minimal drug use and a lot of drinking is indeed the fountain of youth.