So I went to my 10th reunion the other night and I actually had an awesome time! It was great catching up with old friends and shakin' it to the horrible tunes of "DJ Juicy", I assume that's his name because his belt flashed it across a digital screen. I wanted to push him off the stage and take over. It was so funny reminiscing about stupid stuff we did in high school including the science baby Miles and I created that had every disease possible, a silky uni-brow, acne, bad teeth, and sweet crew cut. His name was Falcon Talon something and he was ours, made out of love...I don't remember what grade we got but Mrs. Gomes hung his pic on the wall above the white board for all to enjoy so that says something. We were there until almost 2 a.m. which suprised me because on the way there, Richard and I were trying to come up with a code word to escape the party in case we needed it. I was sorry I didn't get a chance to talk to everyone there but DJ Juicey was blaring "Cotton-eyed Joe" too loud. (Ya that's right, freakin' COTTON-EYED JOE...I was so close to asking someone to put me in a choke hold until I passed out just so I could miss the song! But I danced to it anyway.) Long story short, it was great and I'm glad I went.