Grumpy End to 2005

I don’t mean to take it out on you, but I’ve been in no mood to write blog posts. I started one about our parents but was afraid it was too personal; I almost finished one about how dissatisfying the holidays are but it made me even grumpier. Now December and 2005 are history, and I still have nothing to say to you.

Well, I do have the one thing to say to you, a repeat invitation: can you meet me next weekend? I’m arriving in Slidell on Friday, and I want to talk about reunion stuff. Can you drop me an email to say you can come to a meeting?

Saturday, January 7, 2 p.m.
First Presbyterian Church in Slidell on 9th Street by the guys’ baseball field

Would you like to get together on Friday night? Michelle Thomas-Bush, who is also flying in for the weekend, suggested that we ask someone to have us over to his or her house for a casual discussion--but I just couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone; call me shy (?) or reticent or embarrassed. If you would like to gather on Friday night, if only for some beer and nachos and gossip, please also drop me an email.

Perhaps I should round out this post with some New Year’s resolutions. I don’t think these list items fit the bill, but here’s what I want to do next:

1. Find two Slidell people willing to be co-treasurers for the reunion so we can deposit money in a checking account and write checks to a DJ and a party shack.

2. Inquire whether the local party shacks will be ready and available in June to host us.

3. Pick a weekend. If Slidell is ready for us, I want to be able to give you an exact date by next Sunday.

4. Schedule some plastic surgery for myself, allowing enough time for the black eyes and scars to fade before our party.*

5. Recruit an artist to design our official reunion tattoo, which may or may not resemble our class mark.

6. Continue to Google your names to track you down and add you to my email list and beg you to send me other addresses.

Last month’s photograph showed Karen Daniels in Epcot Center’s Mexico exhibit during Grad Night weekend. Do you know her address or her approximate location now? Today’s photo features me, my pointy elbow, and a talented girl who now lives in New Orleans and volunteers for the Ogden Museum of Southern Art, one sponsor of this week’s Arts Alive, a four-day series of events celebrating art and culture. If you email me her name, I’ll give you a dollar.

*I’m just kidding about that plastic surgery. If you think I’m that full of self-loathing, it’s either because you saw what I drank last night or because your memory of me involves only my high school self. Won’t it be fun to get to know each other as adults, so to speak?