I think by now everybody knows how Sar and I became friendly. We brawled, which is one of the reasons that I love her blog title so much. Then she said the magic words: “I come in peace.” No, she said we had a friend in common, the dawg Doug. At the time she was hosting her brother Strider’s blog. Now she has the wildly successful Belle of the Brawl.
Yes Sar brawls, but she’s also one of the sweetest best bloggers around. Everybody who meets Sar falls under her spell. I’m in awe of her contests though I have never won one. There’s some pretty stiff competition. And I can’t get used to her Thursday guest posts being on Fridays. I will be her guest a week from Friday
And how many other people have the Foo Fighters as one of their favorite rock groups? I remember when about five people in the whole world heard of them. When Sar says she loves 80’s music, she means the down and dirty stuff. My favorite 60’s group isn’t really The Fugs, but I will never forget how their albums were kept behind the counter. I felt so grown-up buying one.
Queen of the links? Me? Just because I pay people to link me….
While our resident queen of links is busy writing for her highly anticipated book, I’ve been given the honor of taking a turn to pen for this here successful blog, Courting Destiny. Thanks for the opportunity, Pia.
For the last 2 years I’ve been a blue gal living in the red state of Virginia. Just prior I was a blue gal living in the blue state of New Jersey. So it came as a complete surprise this past weekend when I ran into a gal I went to high school with. This was only the second time in nearly 20 years that I randomly ran into a former classmate, the other being the time I ran into the dude who was my freshman biology partner and who this squeamish gal thanked again for heroically carving up ‘our’ frog.
This latest run in did give me pause for thought. 5 years, 10 years, 15 years. Now it’s nearly 20 years later, and I’ve never had a class reunion. Should I be concerned? What is the appeal of class reunions anyway? Let’s face it, while it’s a lovely idea, no one really goes to a reunion to reunite with former classmates. In reality, everyone goes to see if the burnouts survived and if the homecoming queen has spread in ways other than she was rumored to have back in the day. And everyone wants to know what ever happened to the little geek who got stuffed in a locker, hoping that he’s turned into a buff dude rolling in the dough while the abusive bully is himself a rolling dough boy.
And then there are those that go with the specific purpose of recapturing their glory days or trying to capture vicariously what wasn’t by showing off their current successes. Personally, I enjoyed high school and I have predominantly fond memories that I sometimes revisit when I hear my beloved ’80s music. I’m content leaving my memories intact. Unless of course a reunion means seeing the abusive bully who paid more attention to his appearance and stuffing little geeks into lockers show up fat and balding. In that case I’d go, high five the former little geek and say, just as the title of my high school senior prom did, “Let The Good Times Roll”!
You pay people??? I thought that I was the only one…;)
Sar is a doll face, I wish I had time for all her contests.
Great post, I’ve only been out of high school since 2003, maintain contact with five people fairly close and have no desire to remember anything else.
I bet you’d wear some really bad ass shoes if you did go.
I’m not going back til I’m rich.
I’ve never been to a class reunion. I think they’ll be hard to avoid in hell, though.
Fun, funny, and light post. I remember the founding tiff of the Sar-Pia alliance. Good to see the reunion.
When blogging makes you feel old I think you have to accept your age. Not you, Cooper.
As the Grateful Dead sang as I made my way to work this morning “I don’t know now, I just don’t know, if I’m going back again.” Fun post. Although I’ll probably never make it to one of mine, I do wonder whatever became of Timmy B. who slid down the ropes in gym class, only to be seen the next period walking the halls with bandaged hands. Poor kid.
As I am allergic to “apathy,” I never returned for a class reunion. Not because I was apathetic…but my class was in just about everything other than “the party.” We only had one reunion that I heard about. It was the five-year reunion. Seriously…five years? That’s just another “party.”
No desire to go…and no, I wasn’t one of the geeky ones, I’ve just traveled too many roads, opened too many doors, and closed too many doors to go back now. Although I doubt there will ever be another reunion to even consider attending. Okay, so maybe I was a little geeky…or at least I liked and empathized with the geeks.
I’m gong to check ot the belle.
Great post.
I have never been to a high school reunion and don’t plan to attend.
Big thanks Pia for the warm and funny intro and the chance to appear on the big pink screen.
Cooper - Aw, thanks and right back at you dollface.
Dedd - Good luck with that. Play lotto?
Doug - The founding tiff seems so long ago doesn’t it? Shows how far we’ve come with me appearing as Pia’s warmly welcomed guest within these here pink walls.
G - You know I thought you were going to go a different way with that boy sliding down the rope in gym story. My bad.
Teri - I’m with you, a 5 year reunion is pretty silly. But our culture seems to celebrate in bi-decades.
Jacob - Thanks, and I’ll look forward to seeing you at the The Brawl.
fabulous post, Sar! i haven’t been to a reunion in recent years, but i *did* go to my 20th… and it was a trip. the bully WAS fat, the geek WAS rich and/or famous, the home-coming queen WAS frumpy, and the frumpiest girl was GORGEOUS. good times.
OH, and… as long as you’re garnering all this attention–perhaps your friends (new *and* old) will feel inclined to not only visit your SPECTACULAR blog, but VOTE FOR MY CAPTION when they do! (hey, if i can’t take advantage, what’s the point of leaving a comment?? kidding!! i kid!)
well done on a pleasantly thought-provoking post, my dear friend!! xox
I think you hit the reunion syndrome on the nose.
I didn’t much care for high school the first time around, so why would I go back now?
Nice post. Some perspective for you. As you age away from High School, reunions become much less competitive, and a lot more like visits to a museum.
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I’m not sure if I’ll go to mine. I went to a private, single-sex school and thus at least one of the motivations for going back would be for naught. And also they’ll be digging for donations, and frankly I’m still pissed at them for a lot of things they did in my last couple of years and in the years since.
Oh and uh… I love the Foo Fighters. I thought everyone knew who they were from the get-go. I mean Dave Grohl recorded the first album by himself and, well, I mean seriously… he was in NIRVANA
I’ve never been to a class reunion either, although I’ve had quite a few more opportunities than you in the nearly 35 years since I left that wretched place.
I HAVE had odd “run intos” though. I once ran into my college roomate on the street in Pusan, Korea nearly 10 years after we’d last seen each other.
Great post, Sar. My 20 year high school reunion was just this past summer. I didn’t go. Just like I didn’t go to the 10 or 15 year reunions. The few people I want to keep in touch with I am still in touch with and the rest I just don’t care to see. High school was not a pleasant time for me and I don’t wish to refresh the memories… lol