Class of 1996…

The last ten years both dragged by painfully, and zipped by in a blur. Sometimes, at the same time. It’s a decade that’s left me a lot to talk about, most of which I won’t be talking about at my reunion. Well, until I get a couple of beers in me, anyway. It’s 50% wanting to see what some of my old friends are up to, and 50% morbid curiosity. You know what I’m talking about.
It will be interesting to see who has changed the most, and who has stayed exactly the same. One or two are certainties of arrested development, but there could be a few surprises.
I suspect the three day weekend will provide me with a goldmine of Overheards, so I’m really looking forward to that.
At the very least, I’ve got a great dress and a killer pair of shoes.