1. The Best Friend is languishing in The Hometown. She's still hookin' it up with all the townie boys who she didn't get a chance with back in high school. We had a minor confrontation when I bitched about being in The Hometown. She said, "Where you are isn't much better!" Maybe not, but it's all a part of getting my life on track. I'm not stuck in a rut. (Yet.)

2. My grandmother's mental capacity is deteriorating. This saddens me. This woman raised me just as much as my parents did. She lived with us for years. I did think of one bit of black humor, though (It's the only way to survive.): Nan bursts into song sometimes -- it's always some WWII-era pop. When I'm getting up there in age, will I be busting out Eminem lyrics? I seriously thought about this during the Thanksgiving meal. It prevented me from crying each time she asked me where I lived and what I was doing. I don't know what I'll do when she no longer recognizes me.

3. The reunion SUCKED. This was to be expected, but I didn't think it would be so...eh. There were barely enough people there that I knew to make it worthwhile. I did get to see one friend who I haven't seen since college, and now she has a three-month-old. This messes with my psyche, these people with children. I don't get it. Those who didn't know what I was up to were quite shocked to find out I wasn't living in NYC anymore. The best moment of the evening had to be when Miss S. overheard this bitchtacular popular girl in the bathroom chatting about her 120-year-old house and how when she lights the fireplace, "It's like God is in the house." WHATEVER. I also appreciate all the people who are giving their children faux-classy yuppie names like Hadley. So ridiculous. The high school chapter is closed. Miss S. does have a kickass new house though, and that makes her so much more of a grownup than I'll ever be.

4. I miss him already. The fact that he is willing to spend 5 days in The Hometown with me and my crazy family is just a testament to how wonderful he actually is. The fact that he doesn't even complain about it (to me at least) makes him that much better. We need to be in the same house. I can't take crying at airports that much longer.