Tonight was the ten year high school reunion for both Beerslinger and me. The members of our class got together tonight, and many stories were told. People got drunk, and more stories were told.

At least, I’m assuming so. I’m here in Austin, 450 miles away.

The topic of our high school reunion was one that Beerslinger and I discussed several times. He had long ago resolved not to go, what with having no interest whatsoever in seeing the people he didn’t give two-tenths of a shit about during high school. For my sake, I was of two minds on the subject.

One one hand, I’m not ashamed of how my life’s turned out. I had a rough period there, but since then I’m above the base line in the Fortune 50 company I work for, I’ve got something of a social life and I’m not a hermit living in the desert. Things are actually pretty swell for me right now.

On the other, the grand total of people from my high school class I’ve had ANY regular or semi-regular contact with since graduating is… two. One of which writes for this site, and the other I keep up with through Beerslinger. Everyone else, I stopped talking to the night I got thrown up on after graduation. (Another time, another story) Hell, the guy who called me to tell me about the reunion was someone who I hadn’t talked to since Graduation and he apparently had lived within 100 miles of me here in Texas at one point.

I was unsure, until I realized something about this reunion. The only reason I would have gone was to answer these questions:

- Who got fat?
- Who went bald?
- Who got fat AND bald?

Other than that, I really don’t feel that interested in going over my life the last ten years with anyone. If they had really cared, they’d have kept in touch.

The clincher for me was finding out that they were asking $50 a ticket to go to this thing. 50 bucks for three hours of seeing people I wouldn’t pay to see any other time just wasn’t worth it.

Hence, I’m here at home tonight, typing out this post. And y’know what?

I wouldn’t trade it. Well, except for being on a beach with my round little friend somewhere. Course, that’ll probably be later this month.

So, I’ve got that going for me.

Out.

In following in her tradition, I’m cleaning up my links, although I don’t have nearly as many as she does, maybe its cause I’m more picky… or maybe its because wetwired just doesn’t have the fan base.. then again updating more often than once a week might help too. Yeah.. so we’ve go that going for us.. which is nice.

Anyhoo. In hitting recipricol links from sites out of sheer boredom this morning I came across this lady and decided she was worthy to add to my list. Not only that I realized it was about time I cleaned the list of people who havent updated or who weren’t “cool” enough to be on my blog roll.

Anyway, The Original Jada peaked my interst first with the banner, then with her writing, and as I scrolled down through multiple posts just looking, turns out she decided to do a full spread with a photographer. So typical testosterone, or more over if you remeber the Blue Collar Comedy Tour where Ron White says “You’ve seen one woman naked—you wanna see the rest of ‘em naked” or , it doesnt matter what she looks like, if she offers you’re gonna say yes.. regaurdless…ok, well there are some excetptions but most of the time we’ll say yes even if we regret it later. Anyway you won’t regret this lady.

Now thats a good photo, hint of mystery.