Yesterday I found out that I am to be summoned to the Ladycollege in two weeks to "observe the reunion process." I have assumed (as in, grabbing my own ankles) the position of Class of 1998 Reunion Chair, a maneuver I may well live to regret, but c'est la vie. So if the big party next May blows, it's my fault.
I had a little panic about this, like maybe the cosmos is giving me a free trip to Northampton because my surgery is going to go awry and this is going to be the last time I get to see the place until my ashes are dumped in Paradise Pond. Of course, this is the one weekend that I'd prefer to stay away from Noho, as graduation weekend the town is overrun with pain-in-the-ass, entitled parents expecting to get the last of their money's worth out of the $150K they laid down for their daughter's education, only to find out she spent the last four years smoking dope and kissing girls.
I always play up going to Northampton in my head, and then when I get there I am rather bored. Elinor will be in town, as will (hopefully) Miss Shine. So there will be some quality ladies to spend some time with. I should also make an appointment with Ye Olde CDO. Pretend like I have prospects beyond writing dorky novels. This excess of personal time is what got me this free trip in the first place.
Posted by Zerd at May 3, 2007 02:14 PM