Ten years on from ten years on

So it seems that I missed my twenty year high school reunion. 

Actually no, I didn't miss it - more to the fact I didn't get an invite to my twenty year school reunion. And I'd be miffed  about this...if the ten year one hadn't been so agonizingly mind numbingly boring...

(I just had to do some quick math on dates here - I graduated in 2007 so the ten year was in 2017 and at the time of writing, we're now five years away from the 30 year catchup. I wonder if I'll get an invite to that one or they'll just decide that nobody cares anymore and stop at two?)

WAIT, YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT HIGH SCHOOL REUNIONS AREN'T THE STUFF THAT HOLLYWOOD MOVIES ARE MADE OF?

This looks a little more happening than mine was. I don't know what they're comparing here but it looks like fun. Props to the mad photo bomber in the back. 

Sigh, no. Well at least my one wasn't. As hideously excited as I was to be part of it, I quickly found my enthusiasm going as flat as the cheap beer I had in hand as I wandered from person to person, trying to jog my memory on names and trying my hardest not to bring up any high school related embarrassing moments (theirs or mine). 

And I'd hyped myself up so much on the ride down too - I mean it's the first time you've seen most of these people in a decade and so I really wanted to shake off my geeky persona (I don't care about it now, my wife and kids dig it and that's all that matters) and make all my high school crushes swoon when I strolled by and dropped the words that sound far more impressive than they actually are:

'Hey there... so I now work on the radio.'

(In 2022 when there's so much more content on demand out there including Netflix, Podcasts and Spotify, this seems even less exciting and is usually met with the stock standard 'I don't listen to much radio...' Oh well. Maybe I should pretend in the future that I'm big in the Podcast world now?) 

I'd even ironed a shirt! Yes, a shirt! Usually only brought out of the darkest confines of my closest for weddings, funerals and race days. That and a sharp shave and I was ready for anything. Well anything other than how much people hated their jobs at the time. To sum up the general flavor of the night, I've turned it into an audiobook chapter online. Click play and appreciate how much more entertaining yours was in comparison!

So after that, maybe I should say thanks for not inviting me to the 20th? Although maybe check back with me for the 40th, I may have changed my tune on reunions by then..