My 25 is this year. Someone that obvisouly didn't know me pestered me about it. I said basically I hated y'all in high school and avoid "friending" any of you on Facebook so why would I pay $200 to eat a crappy dinner with them. I got blocked. Totally worth it.
I skipped my 10 year, and attended my 20 year last summer. I was actually happy I went. No one recognized me (my look's changed considerably) and I got to avoid the obnoxious ones and visit with the folks I was friends with.
I had a fucking blast trolling our reunion FB group, for reals, too. Any time some posh bitch rolled in with "well, it's it's not formal it's not worth me coming from out of state." I'd reply with "Sorry, who are you?" I got a couple to flouncequit the group. It was awesome.
This party is at the the bar I sometimes go to when I'm home anyway. Every time I go there I catch a glimpse of someone from high-school I don't want to talk to. The thought of them all being in the same room at once...blargh!
Casey Garske Hubster played "who are the mean girls?" and "spot the alcoholic" and I enjoyed talking to the spouses more than the classmates. Then again, we had a nice dinner to go with it. I'm just glad I didn't get roped into the planning.
I went to my wife's 10th high school reunion. I was bored so I started lying through my teeth and pretended I was a classmate and was kinda hurt that they forgot me. I stretched it further and reminded the how I always wanted to help kids and that I was a pediatric gynecologist and was nominated for the Nate Tate Fellowship at George P. Burdell university. It was going great until someone happened to have gone to Georgia Tech. Then the joke was over.
It was a magnet school for health careers with like 50 kids in her graduating class. Most of them were in the medical or scientific field. Literally, nobody caught on until the George P Burdell reference.
Originally shared by Jonathan Tweet Tonight, my "Lethal Damage" 13th Age campaign draws to a close. Meanwhile, the guys are work have talked me into running a couple D&D sessions for them. That was the day 13th Age was announced, and they're happy to play 13th Age instead. That will be my "Great Center" campaign, based in the imperial capital of Axis, the center of the world. It's my opportunity to explore the setting from yet another perspective.
Life is short and unfair. I don’t even know what to say. Hours after the last picture I posted of Alice and the kids we came home from the movie to find her nearly dead in her kennel. She stayed at the vet for 36 hours, and after making some improvement on the first day, started to fade last night. I was with her when they put her to sleep this morning. We buried her collar and her stuffed elephant under our deck where she liked to crawl just out of reach. Alice had four owners in her short life. She survived being hit by a car and moving from Alabama to Minnesota. Then being moved around in foster care before she got to us. I hope she knew she was with for the long haul. She was a good pup. This is the last picture I took of her. We were visiting her yesterday at the vet, anticipating bringing her home today.
Pre-gen from Frank Mentzer's module, The Needle , 1987. I knew this was insulting and gross when I was 14. At the time I didn't know who Frank was, since I only played AD&D. I found this module again when I was going through a box of old stuff and was surprised he wrote it, because I thought it was a pretty shitty adventure.
My 25 is this year. Someone that obvisouly didn't know me pestered me about it. I said basically I hated y'all in high school and avoid "friending" any of you on Facebook so why would I pay $200 to eat a crappy dinner with them.
ReplyDeleteI got blocked.
Totally worth it.
I skipped my 10 year, and attended my 20 year last summer. I was actually happy I went. No one recognized me (my look's changed considerably) and I got to avoid the obnoxious ones and visit with the folks I was friends with.
ReplyDeleteI had a fucking blast trolling our reunion FB group, for reals, too. Any time some posh bitch rolled in with "well, it's it's not formal it's not worth me coming from out of state." I'd reply with "Sorry, who are you?" I got a couple to flouncequit the group. It was awesome.
This party is at the the bar I sometimes go to when I'm home anyway. Every time I go there I catch a glimpse of someone from high-school I don't want to talk to. The thought of them all being in the same room at once...blargh!
ReplyDeleteCasey Garske Hubster played "who are the mean girls?" and "spot the alcoholic" and I enjoyed talking to the spouses more than the classmates. Then again, we had a nice dinner to go with it. I'm just glad I didn't get roped into the planning.
ReplyDeleteLex Larson, thanks for introducing me to the term "flouncequit."
ReplyDeleteI went to my wife's 10th high school reunion. I was bored so I started lying through my teeth and pretended I was a classmate and was kinda hurt that they forgot me. I stretched it further and reminded the how I always wanted to help kids and that I was a pediatric gynecologist and was nominated for the Nate Tate Fellowship at George P. Burdell university. It was going great until someone happened to have gone to Georgia Tech. Then the joke was over.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I would've twigged at 'pediatric gynecologist', myself.
ReplyDeleteIt was a magnet school for health careers with like 50 kids in her graduating class. Most of them were in the medical or scientific field. Literally, nobody caught on until the George P Burdell reference.
ReplyDeleteamazing. I wonder how many would have signed the "Ban DHMO" petition.
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