I am officially older than dirt
In a desperate effort to stem the flow of mean, nasty, uncomplimentary emails that have been flooding my Inbox, I'm posting a real update. (Since Whit apparently has nothing better to do than check my blog for updates every three seconds . . . :P)
Yes, it's true, I am officially older than dirt - I had my 10 year class reunion last week. SOB! I knew it was coming so I had plenty of time to prepare myself for this emotional trauma - and in a moment of weakness I went shopping for a cute new outfit that I didn't get to wear. There have been a lot of class reunions scheduled here in Fairbanks and in North Pole, so I thought I had a fairly reasonable idea of what to expect. Several classes rented conference rooms at the Princess Hotel and a few classes met at nice restaurants, so I figured I couldn't go wrong with a pair of white dress pants and a cute hip-length coral halter top. Not seriously dressy, but not scroungy. So I'm thinking that we'll have a dinner at one of the restaurants. Not quite. The Seward High School class of 1996 10 year reunion was 23 miles out of town in one of the pavilions at Trail Lake campground. Yeah, I didn't wear my white pants - and having a drink was out of the question since I had to borrow my grandmother's car (which doesn't have a CD player!!) to drive out there. It was good to see people, though, espeically since I didn't really keep in touch with anyone after high school. However, for the next reunion, I totally wouldn't be opposed to spending $50 a person to have dinner in town somewhere.
The trip back to Seward was a lot of fun, though - I got to see Dad and Uncle Jeff, spend time with Mom, Nana, Aunt Kris, Aunt Fumby and my little cousins and we watched Uncle Shawn and Eddie run the Mount Marathon race on the 4th. Eddie finished 16th, Uncle Shawn finished 17th and Eddie shattered the record for his age group - a record he set last year on his first race up the mountain - so I thought they both did really, really well. They wanted to run in under 50 minutes, which didn't happen (Eddie's time was 50:56 and Uncle Shawn's time was 51:47) and I got the feeling they were a little bummed about that, but they both shaved a lot off their times from last year and I know they'll improve even more next year.
I got back from Seward Thursday nite, got picked up at the airport by Shorty and Megyn, rushed home, threw all my camping and softball gear in my truck and drove to Wasilla Friday nite after work for the Mat-Su womens softball tourney. Yeah, I'm whiped out right now. We camped out at the fields and I had a pimp set up with my queen sized air mattress - I LOVE THAT THING!! We spanked the three teams we played on Saturday. The scores were 22 - 5, 22 - 6 & 22 - 12 . . . and then we got tore down Sunday morning 8 - 20 and 19 - 25. I'm sure the amount of alcohol that was consumed Saturday nite played a large part in us completely sucking Sunday morning. I made some great plays at second and I actually didn't drop a single ball that was hit to me in the outfield. Only one grounder got past me out there - it hit a rut, took a funky bounce and popped over the top of my glove, which wasn't a big deal since Alina was camped out right behind me. I love having good back up!
I got game MVP our third game on Saturday, which was sweet, but I'm not consistant with my bat anymore, and honestly, I'm not that worried about it. I'm getting seriously burned out and I doubt I'll play Late Season this year. I've been totally lax in getting to sand volleyball this summer and I the only thing I'm remotely excited for is indoor soccer in the fall. I've dedicated so many of my summers to softball and volleyball and I think I'm finally tired of it. We'll see. Somehow, I always say I'm done and then I end up playing anyway. It's different now that Shorty's not playing, though. It's not as much fun. (Whit, stop gagging, I'm trying to get bonus points here!! Play along, dammit!)
I have coed games tonite, tomorrow I'm coming home, working out and then we're supposed to meet up with Warren & Sheilah for dinner somewhere, I'm not sure what's up on Friday, I have the Coed Golden Days softball tourney on Saturday and X Fighting on Saturday nite, and Shorty might try to get Sunday off so we can take the boat to the lake. It's all fun stuff, but I really want to spend an evening at home relaxing and doing nothing. Maybe we can do that on Friday nite . . . .
(the building in the picture is Seward High School, which is where I got my hi-skool edjumakashon)
posted by Arctic Skipper @ 4:23 PM
8 Comments:
You can't be older than dirt, because I'm older than you and I refuse to grow up.
I've never understood 10 year reunions. Half of that is spent is school for a lot of us, and not many of us have gotten far. We still know what people are up to, if we care. I just passed 15 years, and I'm still not ready for a reunion.
Wouldn't it have made more sense to drive from Seward to Wasilla? I only ask because I've actually BEEN to Wasilla, so for once I know what you're talking about. And it's only like 1/2 inch on the map, so it can't be that far....
Yes, it would have made a lot more sense to drive from Seward to Wasilla except that:
~ I was flying from Seward to Fairbanks, not driving
~ I had to work on Friday
~ I had to get my softball and camping gear
~ I found out about the tourney while I was in Seward, so I couldn't pack up in advance.
Any other suggestions, smart guy? Remember, I will always be smarter than you no matter how much older you are. :P
Lindsey, Lindsey, Lindsey. Hon, you went to school in Seward, Alaska. I'm surprised they didn't throw a party for you out on a fishing boat full of nasty fish guts and try to pass it off a 'caviar'. I don't know about reunions...I figure if I wanted to see people I went to highschool with, wouldn't I just call them? No sense in throwing the geeks, tards, cheerleaders, skanks, snobs, football players, Dungeons and Dragon-heads, prom queens, homecoming headcases, and socially backwards weirdos back together for one last hoorah. I think it's overrated, and I refuse to go...EVER. Besides, I still have pent up frustration and hostility toward this one chick named Nicole who talked with a nasal-y nasty voice and wore her hair so high that I'm surprised birds didn't nest in it. She used to bug the livin' buhgeezus out of me and I'd still punch her in the face if given the half a chance. Might make her talk properly instead of always sounding like she needs to blow her snotty nose. hee hee. I'm really not as pissed off as I seem. Oh wait...yes I am. :P
I'm sensing a slight bit of hostility here - need a beer? :P
I need a twelve pack and some crack if you have it. My final is coming up and I may end up chosing to heave myself off a cliff rather than rally non-existent balls to give it the smack-down.
I think I meant to say 'choosing'...I am eternally fucked on this upcoming test. Can't even spell. Oh well. My future occupation of being a paid cheap slut may start to materialize very soon. Oh wait...I'm a recovering cheap slut moving on into the medical profession. Whoops! (stop saying 'Eeeewwwww'...that's why they make me wear rubber gloves.
:P
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