10 year HS reunion

I was just invited to my 10 year HS reunion - it's a chance to catch up with all those people who helped shape my life. A chance to look back on our lives together, and essentially judge each other on our current lot in life so that we can go home with a smug sense of self satisfaction in knowing how much better we are than most of our peers. Although it sounds like a lot of fun, I'm not sure I am going to attend. I still consider myself one of the cool kids, and that comes with certain responsibilities - mainly, forsaking ones responsibilities



Because I take seriously everything I read on the back of cars, I ask myself WWJD? Since Jesus stopped talking to me after my last blog, all I can do is speculate. If he would go I picture Jesus as the ultimate cock blocker. The kind of guy you do everything in your power to avoid but can't because he's omnipotent.



Me: Oh, hey, Jesus.


JC: What's going on?


Me: Not much.


JC: OMG - Is that your 4th beer already?


Me: Well, yeah it is - it's a party, man!


JC: I think you should slow down a bit.


Me: Dude, lighten up.


JC: Lighten up?!?


Me: Yeah, man - chill out.


JC: I died for your sins, man.


Me: Oh shit, Jesus, not this again.



I'm losing you, I know. Doesn't matter. Remember, it's not always about you. Anyway - Jesus isn't going, so maybe I should. Unlike Jesus, I make beer taste great. But like Jesus, I have lots of hair which should make everyone totally jealous, because that's what really matters at these functions - how much hair you have, and how fat you got.

I'm not going to lie to you, I'm sure I'll end up attending this thing. Even if only to hang out beyond the parking lot behind a tree with some Marlboro reds, and talk about how lame everyone is for going, I'm going. Most people are missed a lot better from a distance anyway.