What kind of crazy person decides to go to a twenty-year high school reunion? Me.  It was strangely strange, like people who I would have not expected to remember me knew who I was which was rather flattering.  It was cool that one of the cheerleaders remembered me from 8th grade English class, and told me she liked my "Louie Louie" trumpet solo that I did at every football game.  

A former classmate, now a drag queen.  Every high school class needs at least one of those!