Same People, Just Drunker

I started writing a summary of the reunion, but it bored even me so I'll spare you the Gorey details and give you the high and low lights of the evening:

1) Mr. G and I sit through mind numbingly awful traffic. Mr. G is credited with maintaining my sanity as we make our way South. We frequently ask ourselves why are we doing this?

2) We arrive at the reunion nearly 2 hours late. (partially because there's no way in hell I'm going to take off work early to attend a high school reunion)

3) An acquaintance informs me that my old clique is looking for me, which completely shocks and dismays me. I've already lost my bet that zero people will talk to me.

4) The buffet is an Atkins nightmare. Fettucine alfredo, scalloped potatoes, chicken marsala. The caterers haven't found a creme sauce that they didn't like. But that didn't stop me from eating two platefuls of creamy goodness.

5) I meet up with the two friends I had in high school. They credit me with introducing them, which I had totally forgotten. One of them even asks after my mother, which temporarily leaves me speechless. I'm also shocked that I'm actually happy to see them and that they're really nice. One of them reads the blog.

6) I don't chat with anyone else out of the 200 so attendees. Mr. G and I ditch the crowd to watch a live band that's playing and bump into some relatives of my exboyfriend, who glare at me b/c I treated said exboyfriend very badly.

7) I'm not that surprised that people haven't changed at all and I laugh my ass off at the people who got gussied up. They look exactly the same as they did when they went to prom, only this time they're messy drunk and sporting new boobs.

8) The worst part: I pay $90 and THEY DON'T HAVE THE ENVELOPE OF INCRIMINATING MATERIALS. I have to go to the 20th reunion to retrieve it.

9) I could have gone to a Mexican bar in the Marina and had the same experience.

10) My only regret: that I was too tired to drag Mr. G into the city for a comic book event and karaoke.

Oh well whatever.

GG

The Countdown is Over

I leave for the school reunion in moments. I've been bitching on facebook and twitter about how much I'm not looking forward to this event and someone came up with the idea that perhaps I could choose NOT to go.

Unfortunately that is not an option.

You see, I did something stupid when I was freshly 18 and on the precipice of graduation. The school distributed envelopes and called them "class wills". You were to fill them up, like a time capsule for you to open at your ten year reunion.

In the throws of an emotional breakup decided to fill my envelope with incriminating photographs of my then exboyfriend, along with letters and audiotapes. In this new age of youtube and the internets, these things really don't need to be out of my hands, in fact they belong in a fire, which is exactly where they're going to go as soon as I high tail my ass out of the reunion.

Mr. G laughed his ass off at me when I explained to him why we have to rush our way in weekend traffic to the reunion, especially when there aren't any friends that I remain in communication with from there.

Here we go.

GG

Stupid Cold Sore Throat waaaaahhhhhhh

Cranky for all the lost time. Spent this week doing anything except the book proposal. Cleaning. Dr's appointments.

Then I got a cold. Mr. G had this cold before I did and he didn't seem to get it nearly as bad as I did. Now I'm living off of hot and sour soup and thai yellow curry . The heat helps clear my nose and chest.

Resting on the couch all day I watched the entire first season of The Office (american version) -not hard to do it's only 6 episodes. Then sped through first disk of season two.

Tomorrow I have two movies to watch that my mind is too fuzzy to remember.

And I'm annoyed because we may have to cancel gaming because of my illness. Then Friday we have the much anticipated school reunion. I'm starting to take bets on how many people I end up chatting with. I've got a lot of money on zero.

Then Saturday I have the Bluegrass festival. So virus, you've been warned, it's check out time. I've got too much stuff to do to be sick.

Grenadine Girl

Saturdays Are For Comic Books

It's the beginning of the month and you know what that means.

Another crazy ride with Izzytart and Beergeek to Isotope Comics!

This time I'm bringing my camera!!!!!

GG

PS: I may even set foot in the yarn shop too. You know, just for shiz and giggles.

PPS: It's official. The class reunion is less than a month away. And I haven't started knitting a damned thing for it. Too busy knitting something for my in-utero niece.

Oh yeah. And. The. Book.

Ok, honestly nothing much has been done on the book b/c I've discovered the joy that is the xbox (gd Oblivion!!!!), but after the foray into comicsland I'm getting right back on it.

The New Fall Boot

Such is life. I'm on the magnificent search for the perfect fall mid-calf boot, but I end up buying the fabulous late summer Camper sandal on the 50% sale instead.


Well worth the shopping detour!

But I return to my quest.

Strangely enough I find myself returning to an old friend: the Dr. Marten boot.

There are lots of different choices, and not just the old 8-hole standbys either:

First the fabulous hunter/gatherer boot -naturally I'd want it in black


Then there is the somewhat outlandish blue velvet DM's, which appeal to the blue-haired raver girl in me:


Or do I want to get the ultra-modern slouchy leather/suede combo?


When you put it all on one page the choice becomes clear. But if you have any suggestions or alternatives, let me know.

By the way the tickets arrived for the Class Reunion, along with a small note in tiny print: Dress code IS NO DENIM -only dresses, skirts or slacks* for the ladies.

So I guess we're going to revert to high school anyway and wear the knee-high black boots and LBD. Might as well dye the hair red for the occasion too, just in case people don't recognize me.

Grenadine Girl

*slacks is one of my least favorite words. Something gross about slacks.