It’s that time of year. Spring is sliding into summer, and schools across the country are having graduation ceremonies. Last night was not only the graduation ceremony for Royal, but for Big Bend Community College as well, where Danie has been studying.

I skipped the Royal graduation and decided to join Shawn and his mom in going to support Danie.

The ceremony was alright. It went by relatively fast, with two speakers that sounded as if they were reading their entire speech from note cards. Big Bend is a relatively small school as well, so the graduates went by pretty fast as they picked up their diplomas.

And Danie looked pretty happy it was over.

We had a small celebration afterwards, heading to an excellent Mexican restaurant in town. I was able to see Danie’s parents again, as well as her employers for whom she watches over triplet babies. How she manages that still boggles my mind sometimes. I can only guess that it’s helped her in the whole multi-tasking portion of her programming degree.

All in all it was a good night.

I’ve also received my invitation for my 10 year class reunion. This I’m having a harder time coming to grips with. There is this rather deep seated fear about going to my reunion, as I’ve always been the self-conscious type. Plus, honestly, I don’t see a lot on the agenda I take much interest in. The first night they’re having a cocktail and steak dinner evening at a trendy restaurant. The cocktails will be appreciated, since I think getting roaring drunk would be the only way I’d really appreciate the evening, but sitting down to a steak dinner relatively by myself just doesn’t seem that appealing. And even if I do get roaring drunk, I’d have to find a way home afterward.

The day after they’re having a golf meet. I don’t golf. I don’t plan starting to golf in a public game. Self-conscious, remember? And then that evening they’re having a family picnic where everyone can bring their kids. Very not interested in this. I have little desire to see the spawn of my old classmates.

So… that about sums it up. I’m only vaguely interested in going to the first night, but the logistics of getting home when I know I’ll want to drink a bit catches me up. And the $30 price doesn’t help.

I asked Shawn if he wanted to go with me as my life partner, but he didn’t seem that interested in the whole idea.

Though I thought it would be amusing.

Ah well.