So, this is interesting. My 25th high school reunion is in a few weeks. There are tours of the school during the day, and then the various classes organize their own parties in the evening. Well, I was never planning to go to my class party, because I'm not interested in that at all. But I wanted to go to a tour of the school, because I wanted to show Tim my high school.
I went to register online, and it had a place for my name. That's it. No spouse, family, etc. And then I looked at the photos from last year's reunion, and all the photos are of the alumnae (all women; I went to an all-girls' school). But I thought, hey, maybe they just prefer to use the photos with only the alumnae in them for their website, as a PR thing.
So I emailed to ask, hey, do alumnae bring their spouses/families, because I'd love to show my husband my high school.
The alumnae relations person emailed back, and was very nice, but said it's just alumnae, although if we were coming in from far out of town, they could make special arrangements for my husband.
So...they can fuck right off. That's weird, right? I mean, I get that spouses can be uncomfortable at reunion stuff because they don't often know a lot of the graduates, but I didn't expect to be told that no, the events are only for the alumnae, not your spouse.
So I'll be skipping that. Fuck them.
Jesse feel fee to give out my contact info. Email is better than cell.
I buy my honey from local beekeepers, precisely because I want to make sure I'm getting actual honey, not honey-flavored corn syrup.
I didn't know about the corn syrup thing. That said, I buy my honey locally because a friend sells it. I've no idea if her bees are Africanized, but in NC it's entirely possible.
That is weird, Teppy. Any reunions I have seen had spouses. Huh.
So I see others had crap sleep too. I've been sleeping great, but last night I was having bear issues. Like at least 3 dreams where I was stuck in the shed with the bear tearing off the door, or couldn't get in the house because the bear was right by my door. I haven't seen any bear at all this year. Then this morning one of the guys I know here writes that a bear got in his car and made a mess. I guess I should be grateful the bear moved on to Rex's house?
I thought part of the point of reunions was for alumnae to say "Ha! My spouse is hotter than yours!" or "Ha! I'm still married to my spouse! And he/she still likes me!"
I thought part of the point of reunions was for alumnae to say "Ha! My spouse is hotter than yours!"
Right? I totally have man-candy to show off!
I just called my mom, because she used to work at my high school about 5 years ago, and she said they ALWAYS included spouses and kids in reunion weekend stuff. So that's a crazy new thing they're doing.
Whatever. That means my weekend will be free, so yay.
I would have thought that bringing a spouse to one's reunion would be fairly common even though I left mine at home. I was really happy that my reunion had a whole mix of folk from other years there so I got to see more people than I was expecting.
I would have thought that bringing a spouse to one's reunion would be fairly common even though I left mine at home.
Part of me feels like, fuck it, I'm going to take my husband on a tour of my school (it's old and historic and beautiful, and even if the institution has apparently turned into a shitshow in the present day -- for a LOT more reasons than this -- I treasure my memories there, and I wanted to show Tim where I spent a really good 4 years of my life) even if spouses aren't welcome. But the part of me that hates breaking the rules is stronger. I don't want to make Tim be the only man among hundreds of women, and I *certainly* don't want to take him somewhere where it's clear he's tolerated but not really welcome.
Damn, that's rude as shit, now that I think of it.
What I was trying to say was that PETA doesn't seem to be offering any options except death for the sheep that are already there.
I suppose they shouldn't expect better treatment than all the cats and dogs PETA puts to sleep rather than make attempts at finding homes for.
