Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Bar #5, Reunion #20

Last weekend I went to the fifth bar in my quest to reach 100. This one was The Broken Putter in East Bufu, Maine. A good time was had by all.

Drinking Makes Us More Attractive

During the course of the weekend we also went to a concert by the folk-rock duo Aztec Two-Step. Even the Teen was impressed with their sound, though I don't think she's going to rush out and buy any of their albums since the 1960s era hippy-trippy folksy lyrics were a bit whack for our little hip hop queen.

At this point I should probably fess up that the family made the trip to Bufu, and then east to East Bufu, so that the Idiot could stroll down memory lane at his 20th high school reunion, which is why I've cleverly cloaked the real name of the town in order that you internet freaks will not be able to learn my secret identity and the location of the Batcave.

Those of you good at math have already figured out that the fact I went to my twentieth reunion means I'm officially a card-carrying Old Fart, which is something I've been ready to face ever since some guy called me "Pops" at a concert a couple of years ago. Fittingly, next week I'll start writing a regular blog feature on regularity and other senior health issues.

The town of Bufu, the school, and most of my high school chums all look great and seem to be doing ok. I was pleased that I only put my foot in my mouth like twenty-seven times during the course of the weekend, which is not far from my norm during a regular weekend, let alone a weekend so rife with opportunities to ask questions about marriages that have gone sour, relatives that have gone crazy, and pets that have gone missing.

As my saintly mother said when I showed up, "Reunions kind of suck, don't they." Actually, it was fun and I'm glad I went. I send a shout out to any of my fellow Bufu High Alums who might be reading this, as well as a special thanks to the people who put all the effort into making the weekend so much fun.

4 comments:

RedWolf said...

When I went to my ten year reunion, I suddenly discovered that everyone I knew were all lawyers...despite the fact that everyone had gone to college for other majors. How weird is that? And I felt really out of place since my only connection to lawyers is complaining about the legal department at work. Guess I must have missed the mark....

Lesser_Lumpkin said...

Don't know if you check comments on old posts but just in case. I hear you. I just did my 10 year too(high school that is which makes me still a young fart but I'm working on it.) and found out that no one left. I come from a backwoods town in upstate NY. All I ever heard when I grew up was "When I get out of here..." blah blah blah. And then when their chance came no one left cept me and a friend or two. Gives me the willies.

Anonymous said...

In an effort to support the documentation of your Quest to 100, I would add that at the aforementioned Broken Putter, the VI's choice of beverage was Sam Adams. (or three)
As a fellow BuFu grad and reunion attendee, I would also add that I enjoyed the company of the VI but wished that I could have visited with the Village Family.- Posted anonymously to protect the identity of the VI.

Y.C. Tape said...

Ok, It looks like we are the same age. You already know that I am not going to my 20th. I would like the chance to just drop in "Captain Kirk" style (or Scottie, may God rest his soul.) and be able to "beam out" when I wanted to. I had a crown to fall off earlier this week....the dentist asked me when it was placed....I said 20 years ago...with a crack in my voice. We are old?