Discussion in 'The Bar' started by A Succulent Chinese Meal, Jun 27, 2016.
Did you go? Did you not go? What was it like?
Boring. As. Hell.
Didn't attend any of them.
Through the magic of Facebook I already know more than I care to know.
20th was this past year. Did not go but stalked all the pictures on facebook. Everybody was so fat and old, was depressing.
I went to my 20th I believe. It was okay, but boring.
In hindsight we all said it should have been something we did among the few of us wanted to see each other. We said next time we'd just pick a date and talk thru Facebook and meet up.
We've done that two or three times since and it was a blast. Dinner and drinks, no name tags, and much more fun.
I've been looking at the facebook page for my 20th (this october). Everyone on the planning team looks really good except for one girl who got kind of beefy. They don't even look like they've aged that much, just gotten adult hairdos.
Facebook was the death knell for reunions. Anybody I want to keep in touch with I already keep in touch with.
The fact that I had to find the reunion page on facebook instead of having it shared with me does not bode well
If you have any urge to go, go. I don't regret gong at all. I just enjoyed it more when a smaller group of us met up by ourselves. You can always leave if it sucks, but you can't go back in time if you decide later you should have gone.
Not necessarily. I went to two high-schools and one sent personal invites while the other just made a page for anyone looking.
Never went. I hated everyone.
I went to my 20'th. Spent 50 bucks to drink 4 beers, eat some carrots and celery, and shoot the shit with 2 guys I saw the day before on the golf course. What a schlub!
class of 71' here. 5 yr. reunion in 76'
myself and 2 buddies went thinking we could pickup girls,even though none of us dated
any girls from our graduating class.
later that night when we left one of my friends ran off the road and hit and knocked over a gas pump.someone got his tag number
he drove home and hid his car and ran away when the police came.he turned himself in the next day and only got a leaving the scene
ticket instead of a dui.his dad got mad and took away his dealer plates off the car.
Don't listen to me. I'm in Humboldt Park in Chicago waiting to meet an architect, parked on the street next to what is clearly a crackhouse.
I've obviously made some poor life choices.
Never been to one of mine. Someone found me on Facebook and I'm signed up with the reunion page. I hope I didn't age as bad as most of those people. There are a couple of girls that I knew that still look amazingly good though. Not good enough to travel across the country to mingle with mostly people I didn't like.
I remember my first crack house. The windows were all painted black. The tech I was riding with had to tell me what it was.
They are on the planning team for a reason. They want to make sure the reunion happens so everyone can see how good looking they still are. Everybody else will be a disaster.
I'm 97% sure these are going to be my final words.
Sounds like you're a little early on the neighborhood gentrification.