Don’t You Forget About Me

I considered the invite that sat in my inbox. Whether I liked it or not, I was cordially invited to my 30th high school reunion.

The affair promised to be two fun-filled nights of “glory-days-ing.” One at a really cool downtown bar called the Dark Horse, and by really cool I mean I always imagined it to be really cool even though no one ever invited me to go there. Day two would be filled with beer and wings down at the local Elks lodge. Of course it would be because I’m from Small Town, USA.