watching expired appliances align

I missed my 10 year high school reunion. I was in Boston. (to digress, I’m currently enjoying a chocolate chip cookie or two from Cookie It Up!) The plans to visit Boston this past weekend were made before I knew about the reunion, so instead of visiting Virginia, I visited Massachusetts. It looks like I missed some of the fun at the reunion, but Keefe was kind enough to post photos from the various gatherings.

I don’t have too much to say about my high school days. It was during those years I came to the conclusion I had ten total hours of conversation in me. I figured that after talking with someone for about ten hours (spread out during a few days or weeks, of course) I would be out of things to say. I came to this conclusion as stage manager for one of the drama productions at school. There wasn’t too much for me to do as stage manager except talk with the extras in the play – their small roles allowed them plenty of time to chat. I remember getting to know a few of them fairly well. But after eight hours of conversation, I’d start to realize that I was running out of things to talk about. Being the meta-conversationalist that I was at the time I’d always mention that I only had ten hours of conversation in me and I think that would bring the conversation to an end. Perhaps all my thinking about my conversation skills was just a defense mechanism to get out of getting to know people better?