Tie-dyed t-shirts, cargo pants, blue streaked hair, jellies, scrunchies and other 90's horrors; No, it's not Rachel Zoe's fashion-trend alert for Spring (although there does seem to be a grunge re-birth going on behind our backs)
It's an email invitation sitting in my inbox, complete with scanned photographs from 1998 - 2000 of baby faced, hopeful adolescents hiding bloodshot eyes and bourbon glares behind cheap tinted sunglasses.
The invite begins like this;
"Hello old friend, would you believe it's been 10 years since we graduated?"
a) I don't know who your are or how you got my email address
b) No, I cannot believe it's been 10 years since YOU graduated, (news flash; I didn't graduate. Hope you didn't choose a career as an investigative journalist...)
and C) I know where you're going with this and I will have no part of it
The words "high school reunion" conjure up visions of a stale smelling scout hall with faux wood walls, microwaved sausage rolls, Ace of Base crackling from a mono stereo, multicoloured streamers, balloons and banners with awful motivational or congratulatory slogans.
"Welcome back class of 2000, hopefully none of you are cleaning toilets for a living!"
I have approximately ZERO interest in attending a catered hell in which to re-live my traumatic teenage years and perpetuate the never-ending popularity contest that is life. However, I did feel slightly deflated upon realising that the existence of Facebook has essentially rendered the tradition of High School Reunions, obsolete...
You need to be a member of 20 Something Bloggers to add comments!
Join 20 Something Bloggers