Out of Town
I'm leaving town tomorrow: to attend my college reunion. I will be traveling sans computer, so, until Sunday expect silence on this end. It will be very nice to see friends I haven't seen since the last wedding we all attended. Truly, the only time I see most of these folks is at weddings and since those have declined in recent years I don't get to see them at all.
I was just packing for the trip and I thought: wouldn't it be funny to wear a ring to reunion and pretend I married a famous Latino game show host? I'll call him Julio and tell everyone about our cinco ninos. I think this is why I became a writer: I really enjoy telling stories.
Of course I won't actually wear a ring and spin this tale, but it's appealing. I could tell everyone tales about the very handsome boyfriend, who won't be there because he's at a conference, but no...they met him at the last wedding. That won't work.
Damn. I might be stuck with the truth.
Or...I could make up wild stories about the friends who don't show up for reunion.
Serve them right.
And won't they be surprised when a friend asks them how their trial for racketeering is going?