Judging by the Flikr photos, it looks like you had quite the after-party. (Were there thongs there?)

It was awesome to get to see you and remember all of the good times and my predictions for you (which were stupid and lame). I, obviously, was trying to be funny. I, obviously, failed. But, I look at that failure as one of the many that helped me achieve the cleverness and wit I hold today.

On another note, I remember saving my prediction list, but I have no idea where it is. It’s probably in my house somewhere. I’m quite the packrat (sp?), so I’m sure I have it somewhere.

I remember those papers but I don’t think I have mine.

I hope I can find my yearbook. I have some funny quotes to share from it too.

Even though you stole the solo I wanted in 4th grade, I like you-Talena
(I didn’t realize Talena was holding on to this bitterness. What solo was it? Is she going to try to attack me at the reunion?)

Hey, anytime you want to get lost or get hit by a bus, just call me-the one and only Sarah Pitre.
(Dear readers, she was not threatening to kill me-she was merely reliving the memory of the time when Seth’s directions-or lack there of-practically caused us to impale ourselves, and the Volvo we were riding in, on the side of a Metro bus)

Even though I can’t speak or do a convincing British accent . . .-Seth
(I can’t remember the play, but I can remember being horrified at Seth’s British accent)

I will not judge you if you bring memorabilia to the reunion

Have fun at the pad. Don’t throw any post-reunion parties with your wild friends, young missy!