Eggy Xifan

Some of my high school classmates decided to have a reunion picnic at a park in our hometown. I was indecisive about going for a long time because the dozens of Facebook RSVPs were all people whom I was either still close with or whom I didn’t care to catch up with, but I ended up going because I was about to move to Seattle and probably wouldn’t see my close friends before I did. The reunion turned out to be a lot less awkward than I’d imagined because only about twelve people actually came, a third of whom were my friends, and the conversation turned quickly to Ghostbusters and Bitmojis and trying to open a bottle of wine with only keys and a plastic fork.