Possible Titles for the 30th High School Reunion Wrap-up Post I Can’t Seem To Write
The Bigger the Teenage Hair, the More Discombobulating the Baldness
Jeff, Lisa, David, Sue: Name That Gen X’er!
Crowdsourcing Our Memories: Who Was Betty Joe Riley, Again?
Bagel Land, Wegmans, Country Sweet: A Culinary Tour of My Hometown
“You Haven’t Changed a Bit!”: How To Insult Someone And Have Them Hear It As a Compliment
High School Reunions and Women’s Unfair Advantage: Makeup
Like Me, My Classmates Married Up
Tracy Flick and Jeff Spicoli: The Story of My Relationship as Vice President to our Class President
Let’s Tell Ourselves That the People Who Didn’t Come Look Worse Than Us
There Are Never Enough Tapas
No, I’m Not Anne Davis. Nor Am I Nancy Davidson. Are You Seriously Still Unclear On That?
So, They Still Keep Rochester Real Cold in the Winter, Huh?
How Can It Already Be Midnight? I’ve Barely Scratched the Surface With Jeff/Lisa/David/Sue!
See You in Ten Years – But Only If Someone Else Plans the Reunion
How I spent the rest of the weekend: back home ballin’ at my mom and dad’s. Dad got me bagels, Mom actually put a single striped sock in the dryer for me, and they drove me chauffeur-style everywhere I wanted to go. “Cuz my parents love their daughter.”
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