My 20th high school reunion is in August, and I didn't want to go, but through a series of Rube Goldberg-like events, I am now attached to the facebook page for the reunion. And, man, my classmates are kind of selfish dicks.
The committee has been working for months to put together the event and make it easy to attend and not too stuffy. They announced the date this week officially I guess, and it was met with people complaining that "that's the night of my child's 'meet the teacher' night at school!" and "our family always goes to the cabin that week!". Well, (a) how or why would the committee know that? and (b) shut up. It's been twenty years. Don't let the first thing we see from you in two decades wind up being some kind of whining that we didn't know it was the same night as Kaylie's ballet recital.
I'm still not convinced I'm going because I see no evidence in the invitation of an open bar, which is the only thing that would make the evening tolerable on some levels. Well, that and maybe sitting in a corner with Marshall and getting his take.
But, yeah. Mostly - 20 years. More time than I was alive when I exited high school.