I'm sitting in a crappy little bar in Livonia MI listening to a dooshbag DJ scratching Baba O'Reily

[leeroysphitz]

And mixing it with some awful John Cougar song. I'm filled with dread everytime I see someone come in.
My wife dragged me to a mini high school reunion.
I hated tgese people twenty years ago and they hated me.
I don't see why anything would have changed.
How did I get dragged into this? Do you think it's to late to fake my own death an sneak out the back door?

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

1. If you fake your own death you won't be able to sneak out

because the other people will think you are dead and will want to do something to dispose of your corpse. It would be better if you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, THEN sneak out the back door and catch a taxi to the airport.

[leeroysphitz]

2. I can always count on the loung for sound, clear headed advice.

:)

[Dyedinthewoolliberal]

3. I once drank in

many crappy little bars in Detroit, I know what you mean....... :)

[leeroysphitz]

5. Were you surrounded by loud, fat, balding, drunken asshole losers from high school?

Wheeee!

[MrsBrady]

4. Might as well have plenty to drink while you are there

At least you won't care anymore :)