Friday, May 1, 2009


My college reunion is tomorrow night. I'm so excited to show everyone that I no longer:

1. Fall down stairs while holding a plastic cup of Busch.
2. Wear a shirt that says, "12th Floor Sherburne Hall: We Like It On Top."
3. Pass out on my front lawn after an all-nighter.
4. Wear black Reebok hightops with every outfit.

I didn't even live in Sherburne Hall, but I liked the shirt so much, I borrowed it. The owner of it was my husband-to-be. He's so classy. He wore it with tie-dye Zubaz. Yep, that's my guy. The father of my children.

I lived in Benton Hall at St. Cloud State University. A dorm that required a minimum 3.2 GPA to live there. My theory was this: if I lived in fear of getting kicked out, then I wouldn't fuck up. That didn't work, even though it sounded like a brilliant plan when I registered.

Regardless of how much of an ass I made of myself, what I truly hope is that I was nice to everyone. I think I was, but to be safe, I'd like to send out a blanket apology in case I was drunk and had some choice words with you.

So, to anyone reading this: I'm sorry if I puked on you, I'm sorry if I jumped on you on the dance floor, I'm sorry if I stole a cup at a kegger and didn't pay the required $5, and I'm sorry if I said your boyfriend was "un-cute". I swear, I don't recall ever doing or saying any of these things, but just in case.

Tabula Rasa, right? Clean slate.

That's the beautiful thing about reunions. It's your chance to offer up a new perspective to people who last remember you singing, "Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot, and then falling off the table from which you were standing.

So, here's to the gift of being able to evolve, grow, change, and create yourself. Cheers!


  1. My SCSU shirt read: Do it Doggie Style. Yup, class runs in the family and we know an important, t-shirt worthy statement when we see one!