..omg…. there’s an actual argument ensuing on my FB about the reunion. Old friend said, “let’s tailgate before the game, BYOB.” Means :Bring Your Own Beer…riiight??? So another friend, organizing this whole thing and NOT wanting to get in trouble, and I messaged about it, rolling our eyes…on school grounds?! One friend commented to him,we’re not allowed to drink on school grounds. Christ we’re pushing 50 here, we scan assume we’re all smarter than that…I hope. He commented back, snarkly, ‘it means bring your other brother, take it however you want.’
That, and classmates are posting pics of their Porches and Cadillacs, people are putting on airs already! I really thought this game was a safe bet. Me? I’m showing up in my dusty 9 year old SUV with my Obama sticker :/ (conservative state, bad times for POTUS) and… my bi polar kid. On top of that, yeah, there’s more, they may charge us….ASK FOR MONEY FROM THE CLASS OF ‘84~FIRST TO GO THROUGH THAT SCHOOL ALL FOUR YEARS…to take a tour. Then we’ll be charged again to get into the game.
By the time I’m done with admissions and concessions for three boys, I will have spent more than I did to get a tkt/m&g to the Robert Plant concert.
But tee~hee…I’ve found out three other people are skipping the dinner on Sat. to see Mr. Plant and The Sensational Space Shifters, too. I’d rather pay a boatload for ONE drink at The Fillmore, and my soul for a program and a hand shake and…THAT genuine, unique smile, then put up with 30 year old bullshit about how wonderful and rich and beautiful and thin and my kid is better than your kid crap.
That’s all. Thanks for listening. Percy, see you Saturday, baby.
Tomorrow is October…bring it on!!!!