I just love class reunions. As a waitress who has worked many reunions, it's nice to be able to see them for what they really are: a chance to get together with your high school pals and

a) dress really nice/slutty to remind them of how popular you used to be

b) show up with a hot date to remind them of how popular you are now

c) only talk to the people you used to be friends with back then

d) consume lots and lots of alcohol to forget how pathetic you all are!

The most recent class reunion, Harbrack class of '66, was certainly a night to remember. Sure it was like most other reunions I've worked, there's that one girl with the fried blonde hair, cancer booth tan, yellow knit dress and no bra on; there's that girl with platinum blonde hair, high heels, and a mini (she's 58); the guy with the Hawaiian shirt, long pants, loafers and no socks, Miami Vice Style; and that girl wearing a knit outfit bedazzled in the 80's.

Knit outfit, who I learned was named Nancy, was in charge of the shindig. I gave her the microphone for any announcements etc. Nancy decided to turn on the mic and use it for kareoke. She sang back up, "OOooOOOOOOOOO ahhhhhh OOOOOO EEEEE" in bass, and also lead vocals in soprano. She told me in school that her nickname was "Crazy Nancy."

Yellow-dress-no-bra's husband told me that if he was younger he would be "hustling me."

A night to remember indeed.