to go, to go, whither or no

My five-year college reunion is at the end of May. It doesn't really make me feel old or anything, as I think cliche dictates, and it actually feels like I've been away from W*sleyan longer than five years. Which is not to say I don't miss it at times, but I'm pretty mixed on this reunion thing -- I had decided not to go for a variety of reasons/excuses and was comfortable with that decision... until I talked to someone who's excited about going, and now I'm torn again. Let us list pros and cons, shall we? We shall.

pros

· Seeing good friends, specifically Former Roommate Emily (moved to L.A. the day after graduation; haven't seen since) and Former Israel Roommate Tara (moved to San Francisco; have seen her a few times but would love to see her again).

· Seeing random acquaintences, especially old newspaper people.

· Spending time with people whom I do see but never for long. Especially the Boston people, whom it turns out I will not get to see this summer because I'm going to the New York convention instead... if I do go to this stupid thing, they'll be a big part of the reason. I actually can't think of much I'd rather do than spend 48 hours doing nothing with them again.

· Writing. I hear reunions are unbelievably excellent fodder for fiction. Something about past and present colliding.

· Sleeping in my first-year dorm. This would just be funny.

· Wandering around campus, which I did love quite a bit. I would love to visit the new building the newspaper is in and see what happened to the old one.

cons

· Money. I have none. I am already buying at least three sets of plane tickets to New England this summer. This is bad.

· Seeing random acquaintences. Just... I don't know. And now I am giving in to the cliche, but in the five years since college, I have not become fantastically successful. I have not fantastically saved the world from poverty and disease. I have not completed a fantastically wonderful trip around the world. I have not forged a fantastically perfect relationship I can show off revoltingly. I have not even become fantastically beautiful, witty, charming, intelligent or interesting. Maybe no one else there will have done these things either, but it could feel weird.

· No professors. At least not the two I'd most want to see -- one died two years ago and the other didn't get tenure, which I will hold against W*sleyan's asinine administration forever.

· Weekends. Committing to this means (I think) I'm away every weekend in May, and that makes me a little stressed out.

· The idea of reunions. I don't like it. Something icky and rah-rah cheerleader-y about it. At the same time, there's something catty and judge-y and negative about it, too.

· Haircut. I need one.

· "Grosse Pointe Blank(e)". I didn't like this movie and didn't understand why everyone else did. What if someone there is a hit man and I don't get it?