August 16th is my 10 year high school reunion. I’ve known about it for a long time now thanks to Myspace, but I figured, eh, I talk to everyone I want to from high school, I wasn’t exactly a popular person and frankly I’m too lazy to look forward to getting dressed up and mingling with a bunch of people I’m not sure I even want to make awkward small talk with anyway.

But forces, in the form of a gal name Rebecca who I’ve been friends with since the good ol’ days back at Turlock Nursery School (HOLLA!), have combined with my natural curiosity and love of people watching to make me actually consider going. I’m on the fence as to whether or not to take my better half. He’ll go if I beg and plead but I’m not sure I wouldn’t rather spend the $60 for his ticket on a lovely bottle of expensive wine. To be drunk in the car with Rebecca BEFORE the reunion.

And what happens at these things anyway? Do I revert back to my angst filled teenage self stuffed into a formal cocktail dress? (And what constitutes a cocktail dress anyway, since I’m pretty sure I don’t have one!?) Will the campus supervisors haul me off the dance floor for reeking of pot? Will I sit alone at a table with no one to talk to cursing the fact that I can exchange witty emails with former classmates with no problem but become a tongue tied numskull in the presence of so many people? Will seeing all the successful college graduates and career minded folk shatter the satisfaction and happiness I’ve found in my simple life? No. I don’t think so. But it makes me a little nervous.

Nevertheless, I think I’m going to suck it up and go. With a bottle of wine in my purse.