2003-10-22 | BACK FROM VEGA$

Vegas was amazing as always. Even though I didn't accomplish anything there I had a great time.

I went there for my ten year high school reunion.

It was the best reunion of all time. Not because there was a huge turnout and because so many cool things happened.

It was incredible in it's quirkiness. TEN PEOPLE SHOWED UP. I guess the coordinator of the whole thing screwed us over by giving up halfway through the process, and proceeding to not return any phone calls or e-mails from the reunion company. Therefore, according to Blast From the Past Reunions in Las Vegas, they got a list of 25 classmates to contact. I guess we had a pretty decent turnout after all. 10/25 aint too shabby.

Everyone was pretty cool. I didn't have any Grosse Point moments. No one has accomplished too much more than I have, although I slightly envy one girl, Wendy, who was virtually unknown in high school, but who now has had roles in tv and films including CSI and Rush Hour 2.

Darett still can't handle his liquor any more than he could when I lived with him in Oregon a few years ago. He is on the brink of divorce with his wife, and he drunkenly confessed that he may have knocked another girl up. Poor guy. Makes me feel so much more responsible with my decisions, which is saying something. I'm no saint.

Sean is still annoying. Somehow he always gets by, even though he never seems to really be doing anything.

Matt is still little and loud. Although we have both changed and don't have much in common anymore, I was still glad to see him, and wouldn't mind hanging out with him in small doses again some time.

Stephanie and Jenny were still hot, and Wendy (CSI girl) was way hotter than in high school, but I had the best girl in the room by far. The other ones were either too shallow or so immature. A lot of them seemed to have equal mindframes to their senior year. My girl is just Sofa King Cool. Or maybe Queen cool, but you know what I mean...i think.

Cory, the biggest Primus fan in history, has mellowed out some. He dresses normal and has short hair, and doesn't hate everything anymore. We had a little get together the night before the reunion, and there was a talented, enjoyable, but cheesy bar band playing, and Cory was rocking out to the lamest of tracks. Whatever. At least he's easier to get along with now. Preston jetted out of the get together thing without a word, and didn't even show up at the reunion.

Todd was still generic, boring Asian guy. Conformist. Full of himself, while looking unhappy all the while. But he's fine. No threat to me. Just not someone I could ever see as a true friend, but fine to hang out with for a few hours, I guess.

There was a gothic wedding next door to our ballroom. I just thought I'd throw that in. It wasn't that gothic though. I heard some No Doubt and other crap playing there.

It was a cool time though, because I just couldn't stop thinking about how hilarious it was that there were only like 9 or 10 people there. That was enough to make it interesting for myself.

David Cassidy just sang God Bless America. It's the Seventh inning stretch of the 3rd game of the World Series. The game should be over by now, but there was rain earlier. In Miami. Not in New York where it was 45 degrees with 85 percent humidity. Nope. In sunny Florida.

My back was killing me the whole time in Vegas. I really hope it gets better. My stomach feels weird too. Could be because I was on a plane yesterday. I hate planes. Them make me sick. Nauseous.

I'm starting a diet this week. The life changing thingy that Dr. Phil is always talking about. I love that dude. Mad props.

I don't know what I'm talking/typing about anymore, so I'm leaving.

Here's hoping your reunion is better than mine, and that your classmate who is in charge of putting it together isn't a stupid whore.

Peace out, my dirty little leprechauns.

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