So I’m off to Foxy’s high school reunion. I’m taking the camera. I’m taking a notebook.
Foxy went to a small private school in a small college town in east/middle Tennessee. There were the professor’s kids and there were boarders, and if her experience was anything like Doobie’s, there were some snotty ass bitches.
I bought two boobalicious dresses, and I am prepared to do battle as The Hawt Girlfriend. Actually, I intend to use this as a learning experience for my own reunion, coming up in a few months. And I’m not prepared to do battle. Any snotty ass bitches that I may happen to run across have way more experience with being mean than I do. So I will be Southern.
Isn’t that nice.
