Here’s the deal. I graduated from Cistercian Prep, in Irving, with 28 guys who went on to land jobs of consequence. We’ve got a retired Air Force colonel and a federal prosecutor and a venture capitalist who has raised hundreds of millions of dollars. Me, turns out I was qualified only to hunt down dangling modifiers. So Saturday evening, at my 35th high school reunion, when we took this photo with a Big Boy and when several of my classmates said, “Is this worth a blog post?” I was like, “I totally can make that happen.” Gotta do whatever I can to impress them.
If you aren’t one of the 28 other guys who graduated from Cistercian in 1988, you can stop reading right now. This post is meant solely for them. Very niche post.
Almost exactly a decade ago, I wrote a story for D Magazine about stealing a Kip’s Big Boy from a Forest Lane restaurant when I was in high school. I strongly implied that an East Dallas landscaper was in possession of that Big Boy. One of my classmates got in touch with that landscaper and learned that the Big Boy will travel for a night for $100.
It was great to see my old school chums. I can’t fully explain how bonkers I went when they had me close my eyes and marched me out to see the surprise Big Boy that had been drawn to our gathering.
What a wonderful evening. Lads, it was great to see you and catch up.
Hox Vobiscum
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