Paper For Silver

Thursday, Jun. 07, 2007 - 12:12 a.m.

First things first --

CONGRATULATIONS TO THE ANAHEIM DUCKS!!!

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You know, I keep saying I won't do things again but then I turn around and do it again.

I started watching General Hospital again about six months ago during the ReLukeReLaura storyline, and one of the characters has made an impression on me.

I adore the character of Damian Spinelli.

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I'm not sure whether to laugh or to cry.

Apparently, the instructions and directions for sending in my money to attend my twenty-fifth high school reunion have silently (and I do mean silently) been lurking on one of those 'class reunion' websites.

This would have been a nice thing to have found out SIX TO NINE MONTHS AGO via a PAPER INVITATION in the US MAIL.

Even a postcard would have sufficed. ("For more information...")

Three uncheers for how this has been handled.

With the exception of about half a dozen people I'd been side by side in class with since elementary and or junior high school, absolutely nobody in the 'top tier' of the perceived social strata paid the least bit of attention to me until my senior year, when I did two things.

1. I wore a t-shirt to my senior prom that said 'FORMAL' and arrived at the prom with my friend Chris Fritzsche who wore a t-shirt that said 'TUX'

and

2. I performed an original song for the annual event called Senior Follies.

Suddenly everybody was my friend.

Ain't that the way it always works.

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Anyway. Present day.

The people I went to high school with have had a quarter of a century to become interesting. My guess is that the quietest have become the loudest, and the cutest have become homely. The ones who drank and chewed tobacco are now reverent, and the library geeks are probbaly all Silicon Valley multimillionaires.

Be that as it may -- it's my opinion that the members of this class shouldn't be required to go and ferret out reunion information. Some of us are old farts now and we don't thrive on the internet or think of things like that, and I think a person's use or non-use of the World Wide Web shouldn't make the difference as to whether they are informed of a class reunion.

I've made something of a nuisance of myself over on that website regarding this issue.

I want a motherfucking paper invitation for my 25th high school reunion. That's not an impossible thing to accomplish.

Let's wait and see what happens, shall we?...

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Anyway, there. Have a good Thursday.

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