Pure Satisfaction

A friend from high school just forwarded to me a few pictures from a reunion held this past week. My classmates gathered to celebrate the 20th year anniversary of them winning 3A state football in 1988. From what I saw, I'm now even more fortunate for inheriting the gay gene.

My classmates obviously never walk away from the food table. Besides that, they apparently don't know how to buy a proper fitting pair of jeans - and ones that aren't a faded blue from 1993. This includes the captains of the football team.

I was never good friends with them. It actually took almost four years for us to be civilized to one another (all because of a silly incident when I was a freshman). So do I gleam a bit of satisfaction from their apparent lack gym time and unappealing dress code? You bet.