Attending my high school reunion is like getting into my usual friday haunts. All the familiar faces were there plus or minus a few people that I absolutely had no idea who were. Yup, my memory was so bad, that I had to ask my seatmate, if she remembered any of the people who came in. I just smiled and nodded and didn't talk at all for fear of saying the wrong name. I hope the souvenir CD will shed more light into who's who.

DA GANDA blogged @ 11/30/2004 08:08:00 PM