bentley said:
shuke said:
Gadzooks said:
How young its too young and Howe old is too old?
Golfed for work today, stayed at bar forever. After eating crappy chicken wings they set up for the "class of 1973" 40 year reunion. I stole a name tag "Doug" and told everyone i was a Canadian exchange student from their class. Most people are believing me. Totally dominating the dance floor with these old broads. Couple old dudes don't like me, but i think i can out run them if stuff goes down.
I start hitting on a young waitress and she just told me she's 16. I told that I'm really only 18 in Canadian years. So far so good with her. There's also a divorced 58 year old that likes my fake Canadian accent which i think sounds half Australian and half Irish. This is awesome. Also, they had a moment of silence for deceased class members...I fake cried and got multiple hugs.
How is this not getting love? This is epic shtick. Do we just assume zooks makes this stuff up?
I'm skeptical about his reasonably passing for being 58.
I didn't think about that, but one of the guys I golfed with had stuck around and after awhile he mentioned to me that I could never pass for 58 and if they truly believe that then it's a huge insult to me. I reluctantly agreed with him.
All in all it was a very entertaining evening. I photobombed as much as I could, I only wish I could see all those pictures now. And the dancing... I don't usually dance because, well, I have less rhythm than Tanner. But with these old broads, I was like Thorn out there. One of the funnier parts was a conversation I had with some guy named Greg talking about all the people from the class who have passed on over the years. Now, they had a moment of silence and read off all the names of the deceased and I could've sworn there was a "Tim" that was mentioned. So me and this Greg guy are standing near the bar and after he mentions what a shame it is about all the people that passed, we had a conversation similar to the scene in Midnight Run when Charles Grodin pretends to be an FBI agent in the redneck bar with the bartender when Grodin gives a description of the alleged suspect. My conversation basically went like this:
Greg: they were all great people, I really miss Brad, he was my neighbor growing up.
Me: Yeah, for me, I miss Tim the most.
Greg: Tim? I think you mean Tom, right?
Me: No, Tim.
Greg: I don't think there was a Tim in our class, but there was a Tom who passed away 10 years ago.
Me: Short guy, right?
Greg: No, he was like 6 foot 3.
Me: Red hair?
Greg: No, black hair.
Me: Yeah, that sounds like Tim.
Awkward silence for a minute while Greg looks totally confused.
Me: (friendly punches Greg in the arm) Ok, Glenn I'll catch up with you later.
Greg: My name is Greg.
Me: I know. (wink and finger-thumb gunshot while I walk away)
Me and my golf buddy finally left and as we're walking out a few of the class members said good bye to me and one said to me "now don't be a stranger" I replied, "I promise I won't. See you all at the 50th!"
I may start crashing class reunions on a regular basis now. That was a fun time.