Hello Class of '87!
Next year is our 20th reunion, and we've already got a head start on planning. Please mark your calendars and save the date for:
OCTOBER 5 - 7, 2007
That's Columbus Day weekend, so hopefully some of you will have a long weekend. Here's the schedule of activities planned so far:
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2007
REUNION MIXER 8 p.m. - midnight Thirsty's banquet room
$15 per person. Includes pizza, wings, veggie platters, beer, wine & soda
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 6, 2007
REUNION PICNIC noon - 3 p.m. Recreation Park Bandstand
Free. Bring your own food, drink, kids & Frisbees
COFFEE AND TOURS OF HIGH SCHOOL 4 p.m. - 5:30 p.m.Seton Catholic Central library Free
REUNION MASS 5:30 p.m. - 6:30 p.m.Seton Catholic Central chapel
Celebrated by Reverend Tom Ward, Class of '87. Free
REUNION DINNER (MAIN EVENT) 7 p.m. - 11 p.m. or midnight. Holiday Inn Arena
$55 per person ($50 if payment is received by 8/1/07)
Dinner buffet with 2 entrees. Open bar from 7 p.m. - 9 p.m. (house beer, wine, liquor and soda) Cash bar after 9 p.m.
SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2007
CASUAL, OPTIONAL BRUNCH 10 a.m. - noon Park Diner, Binghamton
Individual checks
-------------------------PAYMENT INFORMATION----------------------------
Save $5 per person ($10 per couple) by paying before August 1, 2006.
Single person, mixer & reunion dinner = $70 ($65 before 8/1/07)
Single person, reunion dinner only = $55 ($50 before 8/1/07)
Couple, mixer & reunion dinner = $140 ($130 before 8/1/07)
Couple, reunion dinner only = $110 ($100 before 8/1/07)
You look tense. How about a pitcher at Thristy's?
Kneel before, Isgard
Multiphasic arm, GO!
15 comments:
Goddamn traffic, I hate sitting at these freakin lights........Jesus Christmas look at that.....let anyone through that lame ass border......nice, nice, nice car, ...2003 body style...and then there's that. Will Pontiac ever get it right? Not this...yes granny it only turns green once!!..go go go GO shit...GODDAMN IT!!! fucking trucker sonsabitches in the goddamn...fucking horn doesn't work fucking Pontiac piece of crap.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Oh Don Imus, that brother of yours puts you to shame.......Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Woops, time to change Donald Duck.
ummm. that may be the most fantastic picture to have on the home spot. is there any chance of changing the itinerary with our own unique events? I can imagine CHL (corm-hole-lover) might have some interesting ideas. and another thing, if I google 'scc class of 87 reunion' will I find this site? that would be the tops.
and no anonymous postings either - lilly-livers.
I will be transfering the comments from Tim's site at some point. Wheeeeeeeeeee!
I've learned a few things over the years and I would like to share them with you.
Hamsters are not dishwasher safe.
Testing out the display toilets at the Norwalk Home Depot will earn you a ride in a squad car. "You can do it. We can help" is apparently NOT followed at that store.
"Leather slave" should not be a topic on a first date.
If it smells like tuna, throw it back.
Duck is to water as minister is to...methamphetamine and dirty, dirty gay sex.
Oh! That Ted Hamfisted! Won't he ever change? I hope not. Make mine a double!
Oh! Wait while I go pinch a loaf . . . There! I'm back, a few pounds lighter and smelling faintly of . . . HAND SOAP! (gotcha!).
I have a few proposed revisions to the reunion itinerary, and all of them involve the Ross Park Zoo. Those poor, poor Bison, they won't know what hit 'em! I observe that the itinerary is also a bit thin on Carousel-related events, which I find anomalous in view of the Triple Cities' well-earned reputation as Carousel City (or should that be Cities! lol) U.S.A. In this regard, I note that the Ross Park Zoo is well-equipped Carousel-wise (and monkey-wise), and therefore . . . poor poor Bison. They'll be able to crap basketballs without even touching the sides.
As for me and my house, we shall serve the Lord. Good day.
Ummm, YES!
I'm sure we all share Gimli's sentiments. Who among us would not be moved by the splendor of the glittering caves of Aglarond, save perhaps, those who've ever kissed a girl.
Personally, I cannot wait until the optional brunch. Brunch always sets well with Frank Birtch!!
Hey all, Can't wait. Tim, can I order my steak now? LOL...seriously. Ok...open bar? I'm not sure on that. I wonder if the bartenders will be douchebags like usual. Keep me away from the draft beer or I'll end up using somebody's wife's handbag as a toilet. Columbus Day weekend......Rev it up Fuckers!!
He awoke in a pool of sweat and as usual, the sheets bore the evidence of his restlessness: moist with the dew of his discontent. Cash stared at the ceiling, going over every detail of the ornamental crown molding that decorated the corners of his bedroom.
"I'll never get her out of my mind. Never."
It was then that he realized that he failed to clear the web history on his laptop. A sudden flash of panic mixed with humilation coursed through his body, catapulting him into the hallway towards the second bedroom-turned- office.
It was too late. She had beat him there.
"Cash, honey? Why were you looking at 'Nasty Grannies' on the internet?"
Nasty Grannies? Cool, Im with ya bro. Not to bring on any oneupsmanship, but my favorites include "Grannie-Scat", "Grannie-Farts", and my favorite, "Who is that skank you call a Grannie...what with all that semen dripping from her mouth-sewer?" I think I'll go down to the bars and find me someone shoot my load on. Yeah!!
It seems to me that the last two posts are really into that sort of thing. Not me........that's not for me. Nope...I just like to masturbate in my car during massive traffic jams. Next to buses filled with old men.
"Why do they always have to sit next to me?" Gus wondered.
Far too often, whole days have been ruined by the clackety-clackedness eminating from the over-used jaw bones of his geriatric compadres. Today was no different. Ethel Farquar had locked in on him the moment she pulled her famously lamenated bus pass away from the driver. Gus knew he would be the victim du jour. He knew she was able to resist the "I'm hard of hearing" or the "Oops, I must have fallen asleep" tricks to keep her from carrying on a one sided conversation.
And then he saw him. A man in his thirties, probably unmarried and most definately a Phillistine; there sitting inside a pale green Honda Accord next to the idling bus.
He looked around the interior of the transit vehicle to make sure no one would steal his idea, which came to him as quickly as the sight inside the Honda.
Ethel had made her way to the row Gus was sitting in. Without hesitating, Gus stood up and shuffled into the aisle, gesturing like a blue-blood towards the now empty seat nearest the window.
"I insist. Please."
"Why Gus Faulkner! I never would have guessed you for a gentle..."
The plan worked perfectly. The bus would be quiet and Gus would enjoy his journey to the early-bird hour at the Old Country.
Ethel was dead.
Dead from the shock.
"Thank you, Allen Edmeston. Thank you."
This reunion blog has become a vulgar ridden bathroom wall. I'm going to have some strong black coffee and go and wash my crotch.
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