I wish I had one.
You can go in my place.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I wish I had one.
You can go in my place.
You can go in my place
Can you make them come over here? I'm not so good with (air) travel these days.
My hubby had lithotripsy nearly 10 years ago. They suspended him in a big-ass tank of water and shot sound waves at him.
Sorta like Luke Skywalker on Hoth.
My mom would have gone to hers. Of course, her graduating class was probably all of 20 people, and half of them married each other (and half later divorced and one ditched farmwifehood to become a big shot university president. ) I'm always amused at her alumni newsletters, which cover maybe 3 pages for a decade and read like something out of Lake Woebegon.
Me? There are 3 people I care about from high school and probably another 2 I'm curious about. But that's it.
I'm curious about every last one, whether I liked them or not.
I don't think where am I now would surprise any of them, but I'm sure some of them were a bit more inventive.
I'm curious about every last one, whether I liked them or not.
ita is me, except that a) I want to find out that the ones I really disliked have had lousy lives and b) a working class town in NJ offers fewer possibilities for graduates doing exotic and exciting things.
I had a blast at my 10 year. It was nice to hang out with theother geeks/nerds/outcasts and talk about our spouses/children/careers and laugh at the "poplaur" ones, who all showed up at the same time and got plastered and caused a bunch of damage.
Can't wait for my 15 next summer.
I know two of my classmates' current futures: political reporter for the Telegraph, and tantric sex instructor.
How can I not want to see what everyone else has done?
I can barely remember the names of anyone I went to high school with. Then again, that was 1979. Holy hell, nearly thirty years.
Get offa my lawn.
My 20th was last month. Didn't go.