I skipped my 25th high school reunion....(believe it or not, boys and girls, it *has* been that long!)

I figured, "what's the point?" I have travelled so far and so fast from those humble beginnings in central New Jersey and, the way I see it, I doubt there is much to say to most of the people I went to school with.

Frankly, I didn't have much to say to them 25 years ago.

So, what would be the point of a 4 hour trip on one of the busiest holiday weekends of the year, just to spend several uncomfortable hours with a bunch of people I more than likely have absolutely nothing in common with? Do I really want to hear their stories about their wonderful, fabulous children? Would they really understand some of my more fantastic-but-true tales?

No, and probably not.

So, I saved myself a boatload of gas money, the 90 bucks it would have cost me for the lousy buffet and cheezy dj, and another 100 or so for a halfway decent hotel room, if I could find one avaliable anyway. Not to mention that I probably saved myself alot of headaches and a stomach-full of disappointment.

I know I saved myself a massive anxiety attack.

I'm in for enough grief and anxiety when I try to get letters of recommendation for grad school. oy! At least that will be grief and anxiety with a payoff.