Monday, August 28, 2006

foxy guys and classy chicks, we're the class of '86



I just found out that my twenty-year high school reunion is happening in a couple of weeks. OH MY GOD. I think I'm going to go.

The timing is fucking TUBULAR, as we happen to be living with my mom. That is exactly how I always imagined rolling into my twentieth. Look. I was not voted most likely to succeed. I was the class clown. And it's because of rats! Not because of failure! But that, too, is so awesome. Yeah, we have a house around the corner from here, but we're not living there because it's infested with rats. So we're living with my mom. Hey, where are you going? I am going to walk into this reunion with my Good Listener hat firmly the freak on. No, no, enough about me. I am so interested in YOU.

Also, baby weight. But who was I kidding anyway? I would have been telling people it was baby weight at my fifteenth.

What the hell am I going to wear? Do you guys like this shirt*?



Oh, my god, I'm running my outfit by the internet. That is hilarious. I'm going to start doing this every day. Do you guys think I should wear these sweatpants or these sweatpants?

*I wouldn't be wearing that little white camisole under that shirt. And I'd wear a little black jacket with it, maybe. Some trousers. Some boots. Oh my god. I don't know. I don't know.


10 comments:

PJ said...

Go! Go! Yay! I love reunions and reunion stories. I was thinking the other day that I'd better start thinking about outfits and losing weight for my 20 (which is in 2 years). HA HA! Yeah, it's fun to think about, but I won't. Lose weight, I mean. Probably. I'm kinda lazy. Particularly now that I've got that baby weight excuse tucked in my back pocket.

In other rat news ... I was in the neighborhood and I totally stopped by the pink house the other day to surprise you and say hi, and sneak a cuddle with Finn (after I introduced myself properly, of course). I parked, walked up to the door, and thought, "Weird, why are all the curtains drawn? Are they hibernating or meditating or something?" And just then I remembered that you weren't there anymore, and more importantly I remembered what *was* there. I hightailed it back to the car, in case they were plotting to snatch me up and lock me in the basement.

bladio said...

I like that shirt a lot, and it looks like you.

Certainlia said...

You walk in there that much in love with your husband with that beautiful baby and everyone else is gonna be falling all over themselves to get a piece of what you got. especially if you were that shirt.

Sandi said...

Ok, had to write. I've been thinking about going, but I'm leaning towards not. Primarily, it's due to the "baby weight", but the fact that I've never birthed or raised a kid means that I'm just lying. Let's just say I don't look my best. Sigh.

If you go, you have to report back.

A few weeks ago, in a fit of nostalgia, I googled my prom date, Abel Tewodros. Remember Abel? He is now (I'm pretty sure) an emergency room physician at Northwest. I had heard that he went into pre-med at Stanford, so I guess he followed through with that.

PJ said...

You know what, though ... what's "best" when regarding physical appearance? If you're happy, that's the BEST best.

Oh, yes, by the way. Love the shirt.

Kris said...

Ooo! Can I wear that shirt too? And then we can pretend like we just happened to choose the same shirt. And then we can get into a big cat fight, like we're at the Oscars or something, "Oh no she di'n't!"

Brikin Blog said...

your boobs are going to look AWESOME in that shirt.

Eve said...

A thousand yesses to that shirt, and to reunions! I hope I can get to my 20th.. all the way back in nova Scotia. It's more of a three month walk.

la Ketch said...

don't you already have that shirt? blade is right, it is so, so you. also, very cute (like you). of course everyone will be nervous before going to their 20th hs reunion. but you're not living with your mom because of the rats, you're living with your mom because you are building a house. a house that looks like bilbo baggin's house. you're living the hobbit dream. except that your husband and child are extremely tall... have fun! god, i can't wait for the report.

Kasia said...

Tiny, it's Krash, I got your blog from the NH alumni website - you gotta go! I'm coming all the way from Chico, Ca to see you all. And is that Sandy Gray commenting up there? She needs to come too! PS I'm new to this blogging thing, so I emailed you this too.