I Need Much More Information

I don't know what kind of information you need about the reunion, but here are some points.

• Of the 76 people I graduated with, I have kept in touch with two, although through facebook, I have many more as friends now.
• Two different people on facebook are hounding me to go to the reunion. They were part of my little circle. (Actually, with so few people in the class, most of us were part of several circles. For instance, I was "alternative" (ie punk lite), a cheerleader, and a "braniac." Some of the braniacs in my school were jocks so you can see how tiny the pool was.)
• My school no longer exists.
• The boys' school ate it. They sponsor the reunion. If you saw their Website, you'd see we are separate and unequal. For instance, "missing classmates" from 1984 are all men. You have to click on the page for my school to find 1) it's not updated and 2) missing classmates is a PDF. I am not on it, although I have received no information about this reunion.
• I hate that they hold it Thanksgiving weekend. Assumes everyone 1) still lives in the area or 2) still travels to the area. Since I have been to NH for Thanksgiving twice since I graduated from college, I think it's a stupid assumption. Do I need to remind anyone that this is the worst weekend for traveling in the US?
• The Web page that they do have doesn't tell you how much the rubber chicken dinner costs, until you register.
  
• My friend from the boys' school isn't going because at their last reunion, the class president organized an after party, and left the reunion (with the cool kids) before it was over.
  
• I went to a high school where roughly half the women didn't go on to college. They stayed home and had kids, some of them even got married (it was a Catholic school after all). You can imagine how much we have in common. (Did I mention that I have all but 5 of my high school friends on facebook set to "hide"?)
• I'm not really where I want to be in my life right now.
• I've never been. How do you talk about the past 25 years?

Does this get me off the hook?