Drug running? International trading, perhaps? Marrying Donald Trump?
I just got the invitation to our 25-year high school reunion in the mail. Get this: It's at the University Club at the U of M St. Paul campus, and they are serving hors d'oevres and there is a cash bar.
The ticket price is $35.
Per person. Not per couple.
Thirty-five bucks for... what? A few weenies on toothpicks?
That's it. I'm not going.