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Weekend Update

So, the reunion. The reunion was a bit anticlimactic, my friends, a fact for which I lay the blame squarely at the disorganized feet of my alma mater. It's a good thing they don't offer a degree in event planning, because that would just be a sad and misleading thing to do.

It turns out that the problem was not that I was not fabulous enough for my reunion. The problem was that my reunion was not fabulous enough for me. The Captain and I looked ever so great, and we were surely appreciated by the SIX OTHER PEOPLE, I shit you not, who showed up from our graduating class. It turns out that an event which is promoted by a single vague and murky save-the-date postcard, with a promise of more information to follow, and then a series of pleas for donations, and then a registration packet which arrives about three weeks before the event itself, does not result in a high turnout. Who knew?

Here is an example of how the reunion was handled: after carrying our large bags of cosmetics up the big hill from the train station to our school in the eighty degree sunshine on Friday, the Captain and I sweatily arrived at the reunion registration desk and were handed informational packets which included a sheet of paper which explained that, for our convenience, there was a shuttle from the train station to school. Hmm. Thanks. When we were leaving the next day, we were told that the shuttle left from the school's main gate "every so often." Hmm. Thanks.

All bitching aside, however, it was nice to go to New York and to see the few people I did, even if I would have seen a large portion of those people on any trip to New York. An unscientific dirt-dishing on absent classmates revealed that an alarming number of them are getting married and having babies and receiving advanced degrees. Attention peer group members: you are not allowed to grow up until I decide I am ready! A little consideration, if you please!

Posted by hilatron at June 10, 2003 12:49 PM