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On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give it a 5. A low 5.
I mean I had a nice time, but it was pretty disappointing.
1. The turnout sucked. I think we had around 175 people in my graduating class and about 33 of us showed up. I felt so bad for our class officers (that hosted) because they said that many people expressed interest but weren't able to come in the end. Overall, I think the people who didn't come are lazy and anti-social. Yeah that's harsh, but it's also really annoying. Like, what the heck else are you doing?
Now I do realize that many of them live out of state (peace out Ohio!) or were on vacation or something of the like. I suppose that's a valid excuse. But I had several of my best girlfriends (and guy friends) that didn't even come. Buncha hermits I tell you. My one girlfriend that did come is the bomb. We're really similar though so our thoughts were more like "Why wouldn't you go?" We got pedicures together and our husbands got along great. Perfect match.
2. The food sucked. Anyone knows that if you're going to throw a party, you need some really good eats. They had snacky food like artichoke dip, pasta salad and veggies which under normal circumstances would sound awesome. However, it was below average in taste. It was even catered by a local restaurant that is typically delicious, but this time it was a fail.
3. The music sucked. Well, I guess the actual songs were good but there were no speakers, therefore it wouldn't go very loud, therefore there was no dancing. And I need dancing.
Despite the crappy parts, I had a really nice time socializing and catching up with some people. It's surprising how many of us are married with families already. One guy even had a ten year old. TEN YEAR OLD.
The night had it's awkward moments as I expected, like when my friend wouldn't shut up about her birth story and the Noms at the table were practically falling asleep. Don't get me wrong, I can talk babies and birthing balls and epidurals all night long, but not when Noms are present. They'll punch you in the face with their evil stare.
Or the moment when my high school boyfriend showed me his senior picture and all I could think was Seen that before - it hung in my flipping locker for over a year. Awkward. Speaking of senior pictures, here is my nametag. Isn't she so young and innocent? (I really was!)
So the moral of the story is...
If you're throwing your class reunion, make sure you've got lots of people coming, great food, and loud music. And maybe even an embarassing game or two.
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