Class Reunion Rant

I admit it. I come from a small Redneck town. As if I needed any more proof, the class reunion was a shambled mess. It started out great. There were classmates there that I had not seen in a very long time and the place looked gorgeous (very upscale). I drank a bit, but I like to think of myself as a happy, if not somewhat dorky, drunk. I was skipping around if that tells you anything. Then, the alcohol started flowing, the dancing became dirty, and the mouths started shouting. Anyway, one minute every one was there and the next minute they were next door at the seedy local bar. Of course, our committee co-chairman was upset that everyone had left. The other chairman was still skipping around and shouting "I love this song!" A fist fight broke out in the parking lot, a yelling cat fight was taking place in the hall and the bathroom was set on fire. Literally, on fire. The damage has been estimated at around $1,000 (so far) and we are still unsure as to whether or not the committee has to fork over the cash for this !@#^@$%@& moron's stupidity. He was not even a class member but the boyfriend of one, who obviously thought the class reunion was a joke. Geez, ever heard of the complaint box??? NO, fire seems to get the point across better. I received a phone call the next day from a friend and she asked "So, when is the next one?" I laughed so hard that I quit breathing...the next one?? I don't think so.