High school reunion . . .

My 15-year high school reunion is scheduled on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Exactly 8 days away. The official class reunion is at a local wine bar, with an "all-class reunion" the same night at a local college dive bar (sorry to anyone who loves it) with sticky floors. . . one of those places where guys usually line up outside the ladies room just to have the opportunity to grope someone as they walk by (I got into trouble once by returning this favor with a forearm to the chest followed by a large beverage to the face).

There remains some possibility that I may drag myself to the wine bar (my hesitation stems from the very large pregnant belly I'm currently sporting). The thought of trying to waddle up the rickety steps to the bar downtown seems somehow obscene. Regardless of whether or not I make it to the reunion, I'm hoping to get to see a few good friends who are traveling into town for the event. The only drag about our reunion always being at Thanksgiving is that some of my friends from school who no longer have family in the area are never able to travel back to town for the event. Maybe the 20 year will move away from the family holidays so that more people can make it back.