The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

29 March 2004

The monk bought lunch

When I was back there in secondary school, there was a person there who put forth the proposition that — no, wait, no one ever propositioned me in those days.

The arithmetic doesn't lie, but still it seems impossible that I should pop open an envelope this afternoon and out comes this:

Can you believe that 2004 marks the 35th year since we graduated from [name goes here] High School?

In a word, no. And I really ought to see if there's some way I can go to one of these reunions, if only to deal with the spectacle of a classmate celebrating Mass; somehow there's a disconnect between "Hey, Larry!" and "Good afternoon, Monsignor."

If the list is to be believed, and I see no reason why it shouldn't be, they've tracked at least 150 of us, out of a smidgen over 200. Not bad after three and a half decades. And at least I recognized three names (out of five) on the planning committee.

Posted at 7:32 PM to General Disinterest


Gee, my 35th isn't until next year from NGH HS, but I'll be damned if I go to it. My 10th was the best party I'd ever been to, the 15th was ok, the 20th made me gag, and I had no desire to go to the 25th. They got old and boring :)

Posted by: Vickie at 5:21 PM on 30 March 2004