Reunion was fairly successful. An executive summary:
- As usual, pushed, and perhaps exceeded, the bounds of “formal attire”.
- Received a commemorative pin for my non-work1 as an alumni committee member2.
- Bragged that I had nurtured a personal publishing empire3 with an audience of two.
- Unabashedly hit on one now-married classmate, remarking on her ravishing, eternal beauty, while giving her absent husband one backhanded compliment after another.
- Delighted in the sad state of one loathsome classmate, who had, in the interim, lost locks of hair, found 30 pounds, and has a crooked hunched posture. He is the nightmare embodiment of To Catch a Predator. Sweet, karmic justice.4
- Received a job offer to join a firm making software modeling government and finance information. Outside The Heights.
- I am really sorry. [↩]
- When your committee contains 27 people, getting 10% participation from a class of 300 should not be difficult. Perhaps your school’s core demographic just does not give away money to large, impersonal causes [↩]
- Three blogs, one twitter feed, and a prolific facebook updater [↩]
- “At age 50, every man has the face he deserves.” –George Orwell [↩]