There aren't too many things I dread in life. Laundry. Death. Exercise. You know, the 'usuals'. But there is another thing that has crept into my life that I'm not so thrilled about. 
I have always shuddered at the thought of going. My saving grace was going to be moving to Europe and by-passing the event with perfumed stationery that stated 
My dream has shattered into a million pieces. The awful event has been deliberately planned around my brother's High School graduation to extract maximum participation. Those committee people...they're a crafty bunch.
So, I've been mulling this over...ya know...chewing it...trying to figure out which part of my body will fall off after I go into shock. Those thoughts, of course, sent me down Memory Lane. Let's take a walk shall we?
See what i have to look forward to? Top all that with the countless memories I'm sure I've blocked due to post traumatic stress disorder and you have a fairly icky situation. Top that with the fact that there will hardly be a hundred people there (my class had a whopping 32 grads) and you get a nice cozy little gathering chock full of delightful little morsels. Top that with the fact that I turned into a bit of a witch myself during my latter years and you have a party just waiting to happen! Party people, over here!!
Why does this bother me so much? Why am I gritting my teeth right now thinking about this? These people tricked me, I just know it. And they even turned my family against me. Dave!! You should have dropped out of school!!! What were you thinking, graduating??!?!? See what you've done?
I've really got to lay off the coffee.
