Going to a high school reunion is kind of like going to an ex-girlfriend’s wedding. Since you’ve already slept with the bride, it can’t be anything but a little bit awkward.
My reunion was no different.
It was fun, it was exciting, it was so much more than a little bit awkward.
I will definitely say this though, you can not underestimate the importance of the word “girth” when describing a 15 year high school reunion.
The drawing above is a good descriptor for how to measure girth, but isn’t really representative of what I experienced. I think this picture might give you a better idea:
Of course, that picture brings up another point that “Male Pattern Baldness” would be an appropriate descriptor to use as well:
Though really, this picture would be more accurate:
If this is all I had to say about my reunion, I would be fairly happy that I portrayed it in an accurate manner.
But I wouldn’t do that to you. I know you want more. I know you want the fun stories. I know you want to hear who was embarrassed. I know that you want to hear what happened when the hottest chick in the entire high school walked up to me to say hello. I know you want to hear who I accidentally spit food on.
And you’ll get it, starting tomorrow. In a series I’ve entitled: