I’m a little late to today’s party and am as baffled as you at what’s happening here. But my first thought as I groggily read and re-read this was, are they all dead, and have been “reunited” in this weird nether-gym to face judgement? Or was Crazy Harry the DJ they hired (to spin frozen pizzas)?
Tag: Westview High School
Band of Old
“Nope, your Dad’s a terrible trombone player, Funky. But hey, d’you remember that back in January he was using a wheelchair to get around? Well, get a load of him now! Not only is ol’ Mort on his feet, but I’ve got him schlepping music stands!”
Gig Not-So-Young
Forget about the wacky plot development in today’s strip, which one commenter gave away a couple days ago and which most of you have seen coming…will ya check out the look that Les is giving his wife in panel 2? Daggers. Do you suppose that Lisa, even at her smirkiest, was even once on the receiving end of such a look from Les? Cayla clearly does not know her place. Which, come to think of it, is probably over at the Big Walnut Tech reunion.
‘Nuts to You, Westview
Memo to future Westview High School Reunion Committees: do not let Barry Balderman recommend a DJ.
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July 5, 2015 at 11:41 pm
…All the venues were booked, my ass! On a Sunday evening of a holiday weekend? !?!
I guess “holiday weekend class reunions” are a big thing in Westview, as are poorly structured DJ contracts. Anyone who calls themselves professional, “state of the ark” equipment or not, would surely risk legal action and terrible word-of-mouth for such shenanigans. But Les and company’s anger is directed not at the DJ but at the school that lured him away.
Gym Jam
The red and blue balloons (though the school colors are red and white) have been filled, and the kraft paper and tempera paint banner has been haphazardly Scotch-taped to the folded up bleachers. Everything appears ready for the coming reunion. You’d expect Reunion Committee Chairman Les to be displaying his base-running, smugly satisfied smirk. But Les implies that the reunion planning has been fraught with problems. OK, well, his committee did forget to choose a venue, though this issue was easily resolved (albeit to the detriment of Westview’s basketball-loving youth). Les has overcome his lack of a Facebook page and a suitable high school portrait, and has managed to delegate the setting up of the Lisa shrine, yet he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. And here comes Barry Balderman to drop that shoe…
Son of Stuck Funky 
