D'oh

In two weeks Dan and I are planning on attending his 10 year class reunion from Calvin College. It's something that he's been looking forward to and since most of his friends are mine (friends by marriage, you know how that goes) it should be a groovy time. Besides, the only guy I didn't end on good terms with at Calvin graduated in 1996, so he won't be there.

Or so I thought. My dear, dear husband informed me this morning that Mr. X actually graduated in 1997 and so he will be there.

I'm ashamed to say that my first thoughts were all looks related: lose weight, get a tan, look like his breaking up with you made your life BETTER. Grrrr. I hate when I become shallow.

Deep breath.

Alright, alright. I'll give him a call and make sure everything's okey-dokey before we see each other at the reunion.

So here's my survey: If you were in my shoes, would you:
1. Get a face life, tummy tuck and nose job.
2. Start noshing on Oreos since it's no use.
3. Wear a costume.
4. Call Mr. X before the reunion to smooth things over beforehand. ("Remember how I said you were a self-obsessed jerk? Well, you aren't THAT bad.")
5. Just go to the reunion and hope that no awkwardness occurs, knowing full well that I'll think of it the whole time and resist being myself.

Oh, and just so you know, I'm doing #4 even if your survey says otherwise. But humor me.