Man, Grosse Pointe Blank is a great movie…

I’ve gotten old. This time, the notifier was something more tangible than achy knees or the uncontrollable urge to shake my arthritic fist and yell at neighbor kids as they run across my lawn- I got a letter informing me of my impending 10 Year High School Reunion.

Sure, I knew that this was coming. I’ve even planned for it, knowing that sometime this summer, I would have to go back home to Northern Minnesota, the bucolic setting of my formative years. But, expecting it to happen and getting a letter informing me that it actually IS happening are apparently two entirely different things.

Where was I? Oh crap, the Alzheimer’s is already setting in. I’m a goner…

I guess I’m looking forward to my reunion, tempered with a sort of morbid curiosity, of course. Like anyone else, I’m eager to see what kind of a toll ten years has taken on my fellow former classmates. See who got fat, who got married, who got knocked up, who ended up being gay…all that fun stuff appeals to me. I’m sure that some of them are eager to know the same about me. Real quick-No, yes, no, no.

Of course, it will be awkward. I’m not kidding myself that I have changed so much as to be unrecognizable, but in a way, I have. Despite looking remarkably similar to my senior photo, I’m a vastly different person in terms of political views, life expectations and all that fun stuff. Plus, my taste in music is much better now. On the other hand, I still enjoy a good fart joke and am still a bit of a nerd. Although, I don’t obsess over The X-Files anymore. Some changes are indeed for the better.

So, I plan on going back. Partially to satisfy my curiosity and partially because I haven’t been home in the summer since I left six years ago, and I love Minnesota summers. This should be one to remember, one way or the other.

Wish me luck…