coming home

My self-esteem has been tied to a lot of things: my looks, my weight, my job, my education, my accomplishments, my site meter. Let's throw another thing on the pile, shall we?

That's right, folks, it's time for the OGHS class of 1985 20th High School reunion.

"Okay, well, I'll see you at the 'I've peaked and I'm kidding myself' party." -Paul, from Grosse Point Blank

Two of my favorite movies actually take place around reunions: Grosse Point Blank and Beautiful Girls. If you want a really enjoyable night, watch the movies and skip your reunion. I think the reunion in GPB is the funniest reunion scene in a movie ever. Unfortunately I am not showing up to my reunion with John Cusack, which makes the real thing less funny. On the other hand, I don't anticipate anyone trying to kill me while I'm there. Although I may wish they would just go ahead and do so at some point during the evening.

That's right, I will probably go. Not for the game, tailgate, etc. But maybe for the reunion itself. Why? I have no idea. I'm just curious about how things have turned out. While we're here on earth our greatest resource is time. So I wonder how people have used it and what it says about them. And is time the great equalizer? Will the cliques flatten out now that we're 20 years older? Will people who didn't give me the time of day walk up to me like I'm a long lost best friend? Possibly. These things can get wierd.

And finally -- can I lose 20# by October?
(apologies to the Lobster -- I guess I'm just another weak woman chasing after the societal ideal.)

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
I was so hard to please
But look around, leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
- The Bangles (by way of Simon & Garfunkle)