So What Cha Want? The 20 Year High School Reunion
I'm kicking off Snark Week properly by picking on myself. I was speaking to a friend the other day, who I have known since Kindergarten. After moving away for a bit we ended up attending Bishop Stang High School together. I said to her "Can you believe next year is our twentieth high school reunion?"
Screeeeeeeeeeech!!!! WHAT???? Naturally after cursing me out for 5 minutes my dear friend Sharon was in as much shock as me. I'm not sure if this is a painful reminder that the AARP mail can no longer be filed under "junk" or if we jumped into a Delorean.
It certainly doesn't feel like 20 years and Facebook has closed the gap on what you get from a reunion. Now, it's just an excuse to go to the same country club that I normally would never set foot in, if it weren't for a prom or these reunions.
Here's what I immediately remember about 1992, pre-graduation.
- Bush 1.0 fainted after eating sushi
- Milli Vanilli were caught lip-syncing
- The LA Riots
- Ice T scared the world with Body Count
- I endlessly listened to the Beastie Boys "Check Your Head"
Personally I remember growing my hair out after 3+ years of military style crew cut/flattops. Mind you this was not mandated. It was what us crazy kids did. I eventually began freeing myself of the horrifying school uniforms and making one fatal mistake of buying a pair of pants that would make Zubaz look classy. I also remember breaking up with and getting back together, with my girlfriend, about 9 times in the most pathetically dramatic high school way possible. Let me re-enact them for you.
Her: "I think we need to break up"
Me: "Fine"
2 days later
Her: "I think we should get back together"
Me: "Fine"
I also drove a 1979, mint green, Ford LTD. The bench seat in front screamed "smooth accessory for the ladies". So did the white wall tires and my aftermarket Radio Shack stereo.
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