Good Sense Is For Sissies

It's the evening before my high school reunion, and I'm sitting here with tinfoil-wrapped globs of bleach in my hair. What could go wrong?
I thought this might also be a good time to give myself a facial and really work on any blemishes that were troubling me.
The up side to this lapse in judgement is that if I show up with splotchy skin and ridiculous looking hair, people will be able to honestly tell me that I look the same now as I did back then.