Ok, I’m evil. I really, really, try to be good. In fact, I think a cornerstone of my faith depends on it. But every once in a while I get this idea…
I sent the following email to the “Lost Lions,” four of us that were once close high school friends and have recently reunionized ourselves. I just made up that word, “reunionized.” I like it; I think I’ll keep it.
Greets, Leones Perdidos. Our next adventure will involve “ambush dining.” Imagine four old, er, I mean mature high school friends getting together for dinner… and the manager is a fifth high school friend. Ambush dining, fun and games. It’ll involve a drive for all of us because wouldn’t you know Paul lives and works about as far away from all of us as he can get in the Champion area.
So it’ll have to be a Saturday night to accomodate the driving. This Saturday (9/25), if I recall correctly, is his birthday. Can we all be available for dinner Saturday night?
The Lost Lions are Lori, Sean, Jo, and myself. Paul was our fifth back then, but for a variety of reasons we suspected he melted his brains with chemicals and suddenly wanted nothing to do with the rest of us. Sean and I made a few feeble attempts to meet up with him over the years, but Paul deftly avoided us each time. He won’t be able to avoid us if we’re all sitting together at a table in the restaurant he manages, will he?
And it just dawned on me that it’s his birthday this weekend. This should be fun. And I say that in the most innocent, innocent of ways. 😛