My 10-year high school reunion is coming up next month, and my best friend said to me, "Kate, you should probably make sure you've booked your move to Denver by then so you aren't stuck in the ol' "Yeah, I live in my parents' basement" convo.." Good advice no doubt.
The reunion planner created a Facebook page, and my fellow assmates have been making the most ridiculous and rude comments - from updating everyone on the "exciting" happenings of their lives (filming porn, having babies, harvesting corn - not kidding, someone actually said their attendance depended on whether or not her husband would be harvesting corn - kinda awesome, but also really funny) to complaining about the location of the event to being super self-important with things like, "I have xyz (soooo important). I might be able to come. I'll get back to you." Get back to whom? The Facebook page? Nobody carrrrrrrrrres why you may or may not be coming - just rsvp yes or no! So although Sara's advice is sound, I think I'll take this opportunity to follow suit with these posts:
"Let me check with my parents, and I'll get back to you."
"I can only come if my roommates will let me borrow the minivan...or maybe they can drop me off - yessssssss Designated Driver!!! Let me ask and get back to you!"
"I have to make sure someone can assume my responsibilities of taking care of the family cat. Will keep you posted on whether I can get coverage or not."
"Oooooh I'm not sure if I can make it out - I need to save the air in my mom's bike tires (see A Few Things to Work On)."
And for your reading pleasure, a few of the assmate comments. Ladies and gentlemen, the BHS Class of 2001:
I graduated in 2002. I was supposed to graduate in 2000 but was held back twice (does this mean you won't be coming then? Or are you just bragging?)
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