I am kind of tired of all-things-reunion. Bad attitude, I know, but that's where I am. I'm sure I'll probably have a good time. I'm sure I'll be glad I went. But the getting ready and making sure everything is getting done and the multitude of this and that and more of this and then more of that then this is wearing rather thin.
Five years ago at the last reunion I was in such a different place--physically and emotionally. It was a really, really good place. And I was really looking forward to the four-day fun fest. This time--not so much. Thursday night to Blackhawk--that's something I'm looking forward to. I can wear jeans, I don't have to hang around and make small talk with a multitude of pretty people. Just the people I follow around all night long after I lose all my money. Not that those people aren't pretty people--it's just that the people who usually go Th night are the people more like me. Whatever that means. And MC is going Th night. I can follow him around all night and he won't care. In fact, he'll want me to follow him around. And he's so dang tall I can't lose him.
Friday night-- so-so. MC is also going to be there Fri night, so I have someone to attach myself to at a table if needed. And there's a bar. With reasonably priced liquor. And I have disposable cash. For liquor. From the bar.
But Sat night-- so so so don't want to go. Dress up. Sparkly people. Pretty people. Pretty people that are married. And people that ask "You never married?" Also-- nice dinner, so need to use table manners. Good thing about Sat night-- there's a bar. With unreasonably priced liquor. And I have some more disposable cash. My seester will be there Sat night for at least part of the night--so that will be good. I'll buy her some unreasonably priced liquor if she'll stay and make fun of people.
Sunday-- okay, Sun. will probably be okay. But I haven't worn shorts all summer and don't intend to wear them now. Don't want to be in the class picture. Don't really want to be in any pictures this time. That doesn't mean I won't be, I just don't want to be.
Feels like I'm in high school all over again.