Just Plain Chips

I know, I had my 10 year reunion on Saturday night. I know, you’re waiting with bated breath for the whole story and to hear how it went. Well, it’s not going to happen tonight. The whole post just isn’t done and I’m just too tired tonight. I stayed up way too late the last two nights. So a nice early trip to bed is my plan tonight. I’ll try to finish tomorrow.

Whatever you do, don’t read Steve’s post about the reunion. If you do you’ll already know about some of the interesting stuff that happened and you’ll be really bored when you read my post.

Alright, I’ll give you one of the better tidbits of the night. I went with Tina and no less than three people asked us if we were married. We’re not, I went to her wedding over a year ago. And those three were only the people who came up to ask us–I wonder how many silently wondered?

Two months from today is a special day. My 29th (gasp!) birthday. As such the 4th annual BBBBB will be going on. This will be the first year it will occur in Minnesota and I’m hoping for just as rousing a good time as the craziness in Montana. But it will be hard to live up to.

I’ve found that at my age you pretty much have to make your birthday a big deal if you want to have your birthday be a big deal. So everyone is invited. I know it’s a Sunday night, but that’s what night I’ll be going out on. The details are sketchy at this point but I’m guessing that there will be beer and bowling involved.

You know you were up too late and you’ve drunk too much caffeine in your life when it seems as though your highly-caffeinated Mello Yello seems to be putting you to sleep in the middle of the afternoon. Stupid late reunions and late movies.

Edit (2:45pm): I must really not drink a lot of pop any more. The Mello Yello has left a nasty aftertaste in my mouth. I know I didn’t have this problem in college–of course that’s probably because I just never stopped drinking stuff.

You definitely don’t want to go through life having low expectations about everything. That would be a pretty pessimistic way to live. Not to mention a little boring. But sometimes expectations can help you to enjoy life a little more.

I benefitted from low expectations twice this weekend. First, on Saturday night and my reunion. Even though the same thing happened at my 5 year reunion, I was not expecting a great time, but I had one. And then last night Chey and I saw Wedding Crashers.

I have to admit that I went with at least a little bit of trepidation. The trailers, even the ones I starred in just didn’t make me want to rush out and see the movie. But cute girls have a way of getting me to go do stuff I maybe wouldn’t on my own. (For example, in 9th grade, for my first date ever, I was going to go to a movie with Tina. And being the gentleman I was I let her pick out the movie. Well, she picked Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I tried not to let it through the phone, but my disappointment and dread were palpable in the room. But I went–hey, there was going to be a cute girl there who wanted to sit next to me. So I went and I liked the movie and had a great time. And I still enjoy that movie.) Anyway, back to the present. I went in with pretty low expectations and came out thoroughly entertained. The movie was pretty darn hilarious. There were many “wrong” parts, and it’s not necessarily a movie you’d want to take your parents to.

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