Forgive, not very writey these days. Could be the total physical exhaustion. Could be the constant imbalance of humours, or whatever it is that is causing my stomach to reject pretty much everything I eat. It could also be that three reunions is one too many. After the extreme enjoyability of The Daily Orange reunion, another high school reunion would have an awful lot to live up to. In any event, I was within an inch of bagging this one, but Reynolds was going, and she was the one with the whooping cough, so I got off my ass and went. As is usual with these things, there’s always someone there I’d really like to spend more time talking to, but it doesn’t come together, and I promise to get together sometime — that could even happen; I’ve been getting better about follow-through. But there was a good crowd, about a third of the class, and a bunch of people I always like to see and talk to, a few people I haven’t seen since high school that I was delighted to see again, and plenty of new gossip (well, new to me) since a good chunk of the class is still around town and everybody back home knows everybody else’s business. (It’s odd, it’s only about 25 miles away, but I’ve run across very few people from Scotia during my career in Albany — everybody’s from right around Albany or someplace completely far away, but very few people are from Scotia.) It was a good time, and the food didn’t even kill me.
As noted this summer, this was the 25th year reunion. Sometimes it’s hard to believe. What the hell have I been doing for 25 years?
Note to social function DJs: if everyone has retreated to the corners of the room so that they can try to talk (which is the real point of a reunion), you may want to turn it the f down. I’m just saying . . .
This weekend? Restful and uneventful. I was terribly lazy yesterday, and I don’t see a shirt getting ironed tonight. Borrowed a bunch of movies from the library, with the best of intentions (just like that French homework I’m supposed to have done last week), but the only one we got to was a very worn VHS tape of “Ghostbusters,” which struck me as just as funny as ever. The others, I am sure, will go back unwatched.
HEY!! I got the buzz out of my stereo! (I feel like a Waitresses song.) I’d had to abandon the grand project of putting my vinyl on CD because there was a huge, enormous, high-volume buzz sitting underneath everything I recorded, and for the longest time I couldn’t figure out what was causing it. I had added a multi-component switch to the AUX channel, so that the iPod and the MiniDisc and the DVD player, etc., could all be plugged in and I wouldn’t have to keep pulling all the wires everytime I wanted to change a component. Very clever, right? Well, the switch was the culprit, so now I leave it unplugged with I’m playing vinyl and have to plug it in when I want to hear anything else. But it’s a solution!