My brain is still processing reunion weekend. I would say that without a doubt the most intense time of my life.
Here are a words to describe this event:
Reconciliation: I was the disgruntled classmate. I put the dis in gruntled and now I'm able to take it out. There is a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
Disco: Is not so bad. Fun to dance to. Fun to watch people's eyes light up as they remember a song. Fun to watch them hobble off the dance floor with tired knees, wheezing.
Disco Ball: Evil. Causes wicked colors to permeate the dance floor and walls causing flashbacks and very bad dance moves. I thought it was a Pinata and took a few swings with a very large pole. Security soon intervened.
Bald: Good. Helps light shadowy places for people with bad eyesight.
My head is a lamp unto your feet and a light unto the dance floor.
Boob jobs: Aplenty. Also apparent. Also appearing. But I'm not going to say appealing, 'cause that would just be wrong. Approachable? maybe.
Closets: BIG and EMPTY and dancing to disco, all night long. Not necessarily clean closets, just BIG and EMPTY. With brightly colored wardrobes.
Grandmas: Very wise. Not so grandma-ish as once imagined. Except while being entranced by evil disco ball. Plenty of blackmail opportunity pics.
That's all for now. I feel a huge nap coming to take me away.