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07/17/14
How to boost attendance to your class reunion
Filed under: General
Posted by: @ 5:52 am

If you want to boost the attendance at your next reunion,
forget the open bar and fancy invites. Just write a note on the corner of some old homework that says:

REMATCH AT CLASS REUNION, IN PARKING LOT AFTER DRINKS

That’s what got a classmate to our previous reunion.

Sandy K, my fifth grade locker partner, shared a story of how she
challenged someone to a fight during our “there’s hair growing down
there” years, and her opponent showed up to the last reunion to take care of some “unfinished business”.

Sandy, a Girl Scout with a dark side, could take out a biker
if she wanted, in sixth grade yet. She was always nice to me, since I never squished her bologna
sandwiches. 

One day, Sandy announced a fight after school  in the church behind the old junior high. We passed notes all day long, except for Mr. Wilson’s class, where you’d be as good as dead. And no one could concentrate on any of that important stuff you learned in junior high. Instead, all we could think about was the hand fulls of pulled hair, bloody noses and kicked clarinet cases to come.

So once that bell rang, Sandy and her fans headed across the street.

But whoever Sandy challenged for a fight that day, didn’t show up
at the church. Instead, it was Suzy K, who was a head taller than the rest
of us, and two heads taller than Sandy.

Rock’em Sock’em Sandy got her block knocked off.

Little did Sandy know, but Suzy K felt
guilty about this for twenty five years. That was the driving reason why she
showed up at our last reunion: just to apologize to Sandy for the switch and
hit. Sandy laughed, “That fight was my all time favorite school memory!”

The
lesson to be learned? If you want to boost the attendance at your next reunion,
forget the open bar, just announce there will be a fight in the parking lot
afterwards to take care of some unfinished middle school business.

Just no
hitting of a classmate’s new titanium knee.

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