RIP Matthew Perry

Saw this yesterday

https://x.com/Super70sSports/status/1719488108209582134?s=20

 

For those of you who think you aged well? Skip a couple of class reunions and let your former classmates decide when you turn up 20 years after you last saw them how well you've aged.

I think you'd be surprised.

God knows I was when I saw some of them.

 

Me thinking I look better at 65 than I did at 55 is mainly a function of having really looked like hell at 55. I was no raving beauty at 25, either.

 

You and me both. She'd make McConnell, Trump, and the sad lot lizards from Colorado and Georgia cry. Others like Sinema and Collins might get a bemused bless their hearts from La Ivins.

Molly on Lubbock

 

Well, I still have my hair and I don't look like Santa Claus. My 50th HS reunion is next year. We'll see.

 

Whenever I go to a HS reunion, I make sure my hair is dyed an odd shade of blonde (even though I was never blonde), pile on lots of bronzer....and hire a woman from Transylvania to be my date. They just let me do what I want when I am there.

 

This is where being a complete date-less loser in high school paid off. Ten and 20 years later, all the women from my class came up to me and my wife and marveled at how lucky she was and asked if we were interested in three-ways.***

***One of the preceding sentences is true, guess which one!

It did help being a dork though. I met a wife and outgrew the gawkiness (not the dorkiness though). I had nowhere to go but up! And everyone else had nowhere else to go but down. We all sort of met in the middle. Alas, the pandemic happened right around the 30th anniversary so I may need some plastic surgery to keep up if we're gonna do a 35th or beyond.

 

I went to my 10-year reunion and decided there was no real reason to go back. Not that it wasn't somewhat fun to see some people I'd lost track of. And to hear some stories of big success and miserable failure. It all just of seemed awkward and meh.

I'm extraordinarily lucky. I have a core group of friends from high school and college that I'm still close with, even though I haven't lived near either place in 20 years. Those are the people I want to see, and we still get together once or twice a year, and I keep up with them on a text chain that started out as an email chain in the late 1990s. That's good enough for me.

There's also a psychotic, longtime ex-girlfriend, and I have no desire to bump into her.

 

Not sure I'll ever go to a high school reunion again. Everyone floated back into the same cliques they were always in after the initial nice-to-see-you stage.

I figured that would happen with me. I moved in very late in my freshman year. Didn't grow up with my class, which was large anyway. I had low expectations.

What was depressing were the friends I made who did grow up and went to school in the same district for their entire schooling. They all floated into their cliques. I felt bad for some who had no one else in their clique there. They just kind of hung out on their own, or, with other isolated poor shits.

Now? My 8th grade reunion? Small school, everyone grew up in the same neighborhood? That was great and largely clique-less. I'd go back to that again in a heartbeat.

 

Oh yeah, an elementary school reunion would be awesome. I had the same classmates from first thru sixth grade (we were in a talented and gifted class, haha suckas, I was and am neither!) and a lot of us are still in Facebook touch. Would be fun to see most of them again. And I enjoyed my HS reunion. I definitely talked to people I didn't socialize with back then. Of course, I didn't have a child then, so who knows if we could all travel out of state and find someone to watch Lil' BYH. But it'd be fun to do it again.

 

I hooked up at my 10-year reunion with a cheerleader I had a crush on back in high school. It was fantastic weekend. Social media didn't exist yet. So you might not have heard from or seen a person in 10 years or met their spouse or know where they lived.

But my 20th, everybody was on social media so a lot of the small talk was obsolete as you knew where somebody lived, what they did, how many kids they had, etc. So everybody fell into their old cliques to talk about things they did in high school. Out of 400+ classmates, only 50 or so showed up.

The 30th didn't happen - except for a classmate who owns a restaurant offering free apps one weekend for the Class of 1986.

 

When I heard someone had posted a photo of "One Girl, Two Cups," that wasn't the image I was expecting to see at all.