This past Saturday night I went to a class reunion. It was the class of 89'. The strange thing was, I graduated in 93' and we were in the town of one of my hometown's conference rivals.
You see, one of my sisters friends is from that town and graduated that year. He invited her and her husband, and she invited me and my wife.
The only reason we went was because a friend of ours was in the band that was playing. The first thing he said to us was "He will never do weddings and he will never do class reunions again".
It was wild. Everyone from the 80's dances like they are still in the 80's. All of the dance moves from Pretty in Pink and Better off Dead were in effect, yet these folks were pushing 35 instead of 17. It was pretty much down hill after the first set. We enjoyed it emensely, but the actual reunion folk slowly disappeared. Our friend who was singing kept pretending that he still had a crowd. His best line of the night was "I've had move people watching me shovel snow." Pour guy. It got so bad that the members of the band were going to the snack table while still performing.
I can't say my night matched
Goose's, but we still had fun in our "private" show.