Ah, one thing I forgot to mention in yesterday's blog (of course I have plenty of time to mention it right now since I'm home sick with strep throat). Last weekend I went to the 1996-1997 Eastern Arizona College class reunion, and if you attended EAC during those years and you are reading this, SCREW YOU!!! I hope a giant gila monster grasps onto your most valued appendage with its deadly, unforgiving jaws!
Take a long, hard look at that gila monster, my friends. I mean former friends. Think about what it means. Think about how cool you were 10 years ago and how lame and uniteresting you are now. I got all excited when they sent me the invitation a few months ago. I paid the $35 fee to be included in the reunion, and it was the biggest waste of money in my financial history. Even a bigger waste than my third car.
I got off work EARLY in order to drive with my sister and niece all the way to the Thatch Snatch for the "ice cream social at Discover Park" (and yes, since I can't have ice cream, I brought my own tequila).
There were like 12 cars parked outside. Scratch that: 12 SUVs/trucks/minivans/suburbans. I managed to wade through the sea of children that were playing outside and entered the building, took a quick look around, and it was full of old white people who I don't even know. First of all, there's no way I can be that old. Secondly, what happened to everyone I knew? I was in the QUARTET that year, for Mel Gibson's sake! That PRACTICALLY made me King of the World at EAC! Now that I think about it, that's probably the gayest thing about me. But ya... didn't recognize a single face. Actually, I did kinda recognize one face, but I didn't really know him enough to go up and say hi.
So I quickly high-tailed it out of Discovery Park and hung out with my family. The next morning, I ditched the "reunion brunch" I had paid for. I did go to Fall Sing, but since Delia Mattice was at the ticket counter, I would've gotten in free regardless of whether I had paid for the reunion or not. I saw one person I knew at the concert, and she still lives in Thatcher, so I can see her whenever I want.
I decided to kiss the rest of my $35 goodbye by ditching that night's football game and driving home to the beautiful, familiar strip malls and palm trees of Phoenix. I'm not sure why I was expecting ANY theatre people to go to a class reunion, but I certainly was exptecting a few choir people to have gone. At least choir people who I KNEW and who were fun. Melanie Solomon--where the hell were you?!!!
No more reunions for me. Ever.
Take a long, hard look at that gila monster, my friends. I mean former friends. Think about what it means. Think about how cool you were 10 years ago and how lame and uniteresting you are now. I got all excited when they sent me the invitation a few months ago. I paid the $35 fee to be included in the reunion, and it was the biggest waste of money in my financial history. Even a bigger waste than my third car.
I got off work EARLY in order to drive with my sister and niece all the way to the Thatch Snatch for the "ice cream social at Discover Park" (and yes, since I can't have ice cream, I brought my own tequila).
There were like 12 cars parked outside. Scratch that: 12 SUVs/trucks/minivans/suburbans. I managed to wade through the sea of children that were playing outside and entered the building, took a quick look around, and it was full of old white people who I don't even know. First of all, there's no way I can be that old. Secondly, what happened to everyone I knew? I was in the QUARTET that year, for Mel Gibson's sake! That PRACTICALLY made me King of the World at EAC! Now that I think about it, that's probably the gayest thing about me. But ya... didn't recognize a single face. Actually, I did kinda recognize one face, but I didn't really know him enough to go up and say hi.
So I quickly high-tailed it out of Discovery Park and hung out with my family. The next morning, I ditched the "reunion brunch" I had paid for. I did go to Fall Sing, but since Delia Mattice was at the ticket counter, I would've gotten in free regardless of whether I had paid for the reunion or not. I saw one person I knew at the concert, and she still lives in Thatcher, so I can see her whenever I want.
I decided to kiss the rest of my $35 goodbye by ditching that night's football game and driving home to the beautiful, familiar strip malls and palm trees of Phoenix. I'm not sure why I was expecting ANY theatre people to go to a class reunion, but I certainly was exptecting a few choir people to have gone. At least choir people who I KNEW and who were fun. Melanie Solomon--where the hell were you?!!!
No more reunions for me. Ever.
posted by Charlie at 10:52 AM
3 Comments:
oh yeah, i sat with gerylyn (?) pace and elaine and tavia at the game. i also saw stephanie with her little black baby. gerylyn was saying that there were lots more people at the brunch. she was bummed that you weren't at the game. anyway, i guess that you can just loathe in that with your little "strep throat". I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!!! jenn
Well, at least you were INVITED. Must be cause I didn't graduate. You would of just loathed me and my stikin rug rats anyhow :P Still nice to read up and spy on you through your blog!
Take care!
A few comments:
1. I didn't hear about that reunion. I would have come.
2. We were kings that year in quartet.
3. Have you found Melanie Solomon yet?
4. I like your blog- you're the guy I remember (more or less). I love your sense of humor (just like old times).
5. I'm still in touch with Marcus Ellsworth incase you ever want to contact him.
That's all for now- your old buddy, Dav (the artist formerly known as Dave)
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