I’m starting to freak out over this reunion thing.
I have two work days, Thanksgiving, and a Friday full of Christmas decorating between now and the reunion on Friday evening. I am starting to lose my shit. I don’t want to be reminded of who I was 30 years ago. The whole point of growing up was to be able to look back at that person, flip him the bird, and tell him to go piss up a rope. Now I have to dedicate a night to putting myself back into that person’s shoes? Hell no.
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Inside the Red Head's Head 
I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, but I sort of know a little bit. I went to my 40th class reunion and I really didn’t want to go, but a couple of good friends were going so I went along with them. It was pretty innocuous after all. Every school has this “clique” who more or less bullies everybody else, and my high school was no exception. Yet as soon as I walked in, the “in crowd” of the 60’s greeted me like I was their long-lost best friend! It was extremely off-putting. But, I got through the evening and haven’t gone back to the 45th or 50th (a year or two ago).
I guess what I’m saying is, it’s one lousy night and I know you can get through it. Maybe if you just think of it as just another gig for Lizardfish and forget for an hour that it’s actually your old high school friends your’re playing for. No one says you have to stay beyond your actual gig. But you might be pleasantly surprised, and run into some old friends you might have actually forgot about.
Just trying to provide some support here. Don’t hold it against me!!! I know you can do this.
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