Welcome Back, Pointers!
I’ve been waiting around for word of my high school reunion for a few years now. I’m not sure why I was looking forward to it. Perhaps I’ve seen Grosse Point Blank too many times.
So when I got a call about a high school reunion on the answering machine looking for “the Adam Preble who went to Duluth High School,” I was fairly excited. Jessica and I both agreed: I should call that woman back. Well, a few weeks by, and I finally got around to it one day at work.
Ring, ring, ring.
“Hello,” the voice crackled.
“Hi, I’m Adam Preble and I received a call about my high school reunion…?”
“What high school?”
What high school? Hmm. And I was thinking I’d been called by a fellow alumnus. More outsourcing. “Duluth High School.”
“Ten year?”
“Yep.”
“Okay,” she replied, stale cigarette smoke practically flowing from the handset, “I’ve already sent the list in, so you need to call Lindsay. And you can go to this website to get the details.”
To the website I go, and I see:
Place: Sheraton Colony Square Hotel
A hotel?! Isn’t your high school reunion supposed to be held in the gym or something? I don’t want to meet up 30 minutes from my school! (Again, probably too much Grosse Point Blank.)
The second thing my eyes settle on:
Cost: $64.00 pp
Sixty-four dollars per person?! Imagine Jeremy Piven (from Grosse Point Blank) saying that in his TEN YEARS!!! style: SIXTY-FOUR DOLLARS. PER PERSON! SIXTY! SIXTY-FOUR! MAN!
That’s about my reaction.
I know, I know, you only have one ten year reunion, but c’mon. I don’t want “heavy hors d’oeuvres,” which it says my ticket price goes to. That’s $128.00 for Jessica and I to go hang out at the Sheraton. And we don’t even get a room!
Now, of course, that ticket price also includes, “a memorable evening with your special friends from the good old days!” Well, I didn’t hate high school like a lot of people seem to. I had a decent time. But “the good old days”? When I think back on it, I had a few friends in my class, but my best friends from high school will be paying $68.00 pp to hang out at the Sheraton next year.
Two months until the big night, and frankly I’m feeling pretty uninterested. If you went to high school with me, and you’d like to shoot the breeze, drop me a line and we’ll have a counter-reunion at my house.