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The Class of 1990 Home Page
REUNION 2005!!!!!
So a guy walks into a bar with a duck under one arm and a bottle of Evian in his other hand…
I don’t know the rest of the joke, but I do know one thing- that 15 years ago today, many of us were skipping class. How do I know this? Because 15 years ago today we were about three weeks from graduation, and at that time, many of us had bid sweet adieu to the shackles of caring about things like attending that 9 a.m. class on comparative comparisons (or whatever- you get the point).
Here we are. Fifteen years out, surrounded by kids, significant others, and in some cases, battling new issues such as aggressive nosehair growth, IRS audits, and stupid neighbors who just don’t understand that the reason they keep finding dog poop rubbed under their car handles is because I’m sick and tired of their kids ripping up my azaleas. Phew. It felt good to get that one off my chest. In a non-literal sort of way.
So who’s all going? It’s June 3, 4, and 5, back at our beloved alma mater, where the students now enjoy a level of cushiness that we thought was only reserved for those jerks that used HC as a safety school. Have any of you been back there? Good Lord, the Hogan Center feels like the Torrey Pines Hilton. I’m afraid to enter the dorms to see what they’re like. Partly because of the court order, but partly because the accommodations are undoubtedly of the five star variety frequented by people like P. Diddy and Phil Mickelson.
Have you submitted your green slips? If not, do so. I don’t know where in the heck you’d get fresh ones, but if you have an old one, fill it out and send it in. The class letters have been coming at a fast and furious pace, and people really enjoy seeing what everyone else is doing. No, really. I’m serious! They do! Even if only to bask in their own suffocating smugness. So it’s worth it- take five minutes, fill out a slip with all the crap you’ve been doing lately, and send it in. Even if your most recent accomplishment was winning the neighborhood lawn darts tourney- believe me, someone else in the class lost their local lawn dart tourney, and they’ll take solace in the fact that at least one of you is a winner.
I think they want us to give at this thing. In fact, I’m pretty sure that they not only want us to give at this thing, but if this sentence actually gets published, it will only be because no one proofread my letter before I published it. Bring your check books, just in case. I mean, think of all the free finger sandwiches, cups of keg beer, and bags of potato chips that they’re going to throw at you. It will be like getting the gift basket the Oscar presenters get, only without all the cool, expensive stuff. Plan on giving. We’ll know if you don’t.
I don’t know what else to say. What else should we do to make it fun? Should we have a class Coney day? Maybe we all take over the bar at Coney and catch up over some dogs and brews in the back room? I’m always up for potato sack races as well, although know this and know it well- I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU TRY TO BEAT ME IN A POTATO SACK RACE. I’m not kidding. So maybe we shouldn’t do that. Does anyone have any other suggestions? Make a class quilt? Come on, people…work with me here.
OK- I have to take my meds again. If anyone has any suggestions for some tomfoolery at the reunion, please email them to me at: joedaly312@hotmail.com. Do not, under any circumstances, send me an email in lieu of a green slip unless you intend on including your credit card number and expiration date. I’ve been really into identity theft lately. Otherwise, keep your grapes peeled on the class site for updates, and with some luck and a really strong wind, we’ll all see each other in June.
Rock on and when you do, rock hard,
Joe Daly
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Old Stuff
Here is our very own Super Duper Fancy Schmancy class homepage. The idea is to provide a central point for disseminating information and class updates, and to provide a meeting place for catching up with each other. I also foresee this as a place where we can swap recipes, exchange movie reviews, Top Ten Pub lists for various cities, and the best places to buy high quality cotton t-shirts at reasonable prices.
As your webmaster, I perceive my responsibilities primarily as accepting your accolades and kudos, although in my non-Old Testamentish moments, I will accept suggestions and content for the home page. I haven't yet heard back from the administration on their profanity rules, so until I get the go ahead for the list of words I sent them, I think we should all hold off. For now.
Please begin emailing me suggestions for this page, such as upcoming events and whatnot. I'm considering putting together a discussion board for our class, and I'll get back to you on that later. For updates on what you've been doing and such, please continue to fill out the green slips and mail them to HC. The Good Lord did not put me on this earth to act as a middleman for telling people what you've done recently. Trust me- He came to me in a dream during last night's Sopranos episode, and said, "Joe- in no uncertain terms is your role in My Divine Plan to copy and paste emails from your classmates onto the class home page." I was like, "Yo, so what's up? What's up your divine sleeve?" And He was all, "Never you mind- wake up now, because Steve Buscemi is about to go medieval on his boss." So that was that.
Wait- where was I? Oh yeah- keep filling out the green slips.
As this is my first pass with this, I'm leaving this here. Keep checking for updates and be sure to let me know about any upcoming events you'd like to publicize, and any suggestions for the home page that you might have.
Rock on, and rock hard,
Joe Daly
mailto:joedaly312@hotmail.com
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