It’s official – I’m getting old. I just got “tracked down” for my 10-year high-school reunion, which it turns out is only 23 days away. Apparently, I’ve been “missing” all summer, but thanks to my having registered on classmates.com they found me. I don’t mean to give them grief – I’m sure it’s quite a bit of work to organize such a gathering – but how hard is it to punch my name into Google? Doing that would reveal numerous sites – including www.laneve.com – all of which have some kind of contact info (like, ryan-at-laneve.com, for example). Maybe I’m just too techy for my own good.
So now the $64,000 question: to go, or not to go. I think I’ll ponder that one for a few days.
Sure that’s a long way to travel just to wind up in a place like Decatur, but how can you deny yourself the chance to cash in on what promises to be a weekend full of crap you’ll be writing about for years to come. Besides, it’s been a while since you went to Big Bob Gibson’s BBQ or had a Penn burger isn’t it?
/wise beyond my years.
Shit, I might as well tag along if you go. I knew more people from your class than mine anyway. I could at least keep the car running.
Ahh, hell. Why you gotta go and mention a Penn burger?! Now I might have to consider going. You tell me you’ll go with and I’m definitely there (with a stop in B’ham Friday night).