I had my 15 year reunion last weekend. This was the first one I involved with planning, so needless to say I wanted to get a time machine and punch 15 year old Chris Coen for running for class president. There is a level of annoyance supreme to all others when people complain about something you’re doing free for their behalf. The venue wasn’t well known, it was too hot (luckily I have Superman’s ice breath for that one…oh wait, no I don’t), the music wasn’t loud enough, the music sucked. I realized after 20 minutes however, they had bottled Busch Light and all of the sudden I didn’t give a damn! Amazing!
In all seriousness, though, nothing crazy happened. My mom told me some chick did a couple guys under some bleachers at one of her reunions. I can’t make fun of her school, unfortunately – we both graduated from the same school. We did have a quiz/survey thing with questions like who has the most kids and who traveled the farthest. The most competitive competition though? Most days in jail. That’s right – heated and razor thin margin for error, our winner was a grand 191 days in jail since high school. In fairness, I think some others might have higher totals, but alas, they’re currently in prison.
I had a good time once the actual money collecting and whatnot was done because I got to catch up old pals. Here’s how about every conversation went. “What are you doing now?” “Oh I’m working at ____. You?” “I’ve been at ____ since 2009. Married?” “Yes/no. You?” “Yes/no. Hey, I almost came to one of your shows, but I couldn’t get a babysitter.” “Cool, you’ll have to check one out. Well, I’m gonna grab a beer.” “See you.” Repeat. Oh, except my buddy who said my shirt was too small, so I made fun of his hairline and white socks. Friends are friends forever…but if you went to Maysville, your friends are probably sarcastic dickheads.