For many of you, the day after Thanksgiving requires you to put on your best Gap sport coat, head out to the local beef-and-beer drink your way through a high school reunion. Readers can empathize. Heed their warnings.

My 20 yr reunion 10/3/2009 . . .

After dropping $75 on food I would not eat in college, watching the spreading the H1N1 virus thru 1000 handshakes and hugs, and watching the drinking to cover up the massive out-of-shape, balding, and fattening of my former class-mates - it was time to go to an after party . . .

Some half-pint from the local trailer park met me in the restroom prior to leaving.

{Half-pint was the "Don Juan" of the trailer park, and I was fortunate enough to have been invited to his wedding to the "Rosie O'Donnell" of the same trailer park. During the "shot-fest" reception a fight broke out - When I say fight, I am talking bartenders v. bride's parents, other guests vs each other - naturally I was blamed for it as I was the only sober one in the piece of shit hall they rented. After they un-piled the participants, I was asked to leave reception . . . gladly! }

[Back to reunion]
Half pint was, mf-ing me for ruining his wedding, and he was ready to fight. I think I will ask him for the Budweiser/Nascar mirror I got him for his wedding present and maybe he will be out of my life for sure. No question, he is the reason I will not be attending any more reunions. Needless to say, I quelled the situation and walked away the better man.

Thought you may enjoy . . . just happened.