This weekend, freshly minted adults will have awkward high school reunions all across America. We asked you for your reunion horror stories, and picked four of the best. This one comes from RDM.

In 2009, we had our five-year high school reunion. Thus, I only have one reunion experience and not a lot to benchmark against. Lets just say it was a doozy and will be hard to top.

The high point for some (and low point for others) came as the night was winding down. The setup of the venue we were at was simple—bar in the front, bar in the back. I headed to the bar in the back with two friends. Let's call them Mike and Kevin. We found a substantial line when we got to our destination. As we were waiting in line, someone engaged Kevin in conversation. I'm sure it was as cliché as we'd all assume.


What happened next was much less predictable. My friend Mike started not to look so hot. I know for a fact this guy drinks a good deal, so I'd call this a "high school reunion miracle." After a minute of trying to hold back this demon brewing in his stomach, he yacked all over the place, but mainly onto Kevin's back.

Truth be told, Mike actual deliberately ducked down and hurled directly onto Kevin to avoid being seen puking. Miraculously, somehow Kevin has no idea that a gallon of vomit was just spewed on the backside of his nice Marshall's reunion dress shirt. At this point, I'm the only one who knows it. Soon that will change, though.


What do I do? Just tell him outright? After a few minutes I give in and I tell him it looks like maybe "someone" threw up on his back. He's shocked, not to mention pissed off. I tell him to go to the bathroom, which is way across the bar of course.

On the way we obviously encounter numerous people who we have to engage in conversations with. It all comes to a head when Kevin talks to one particular female classmate. This poor girl goes in for the hug and finds herself wrist deep in vomit. I'll never forget the shriek, "Kevin, your back's all wet!" If only she knew.