The Reunion Show
This past Saturday was my 20-year high school reunion. Yes, I am that old. One of my high school BFF’s came in from Maryland, which I just learned is technically part of the south. And we all have a lovely time getting together at some hob-nob bar. I haven’t been able to chat up with my girl yet and get the recap, so the feelings of nostalgia linger.
One the plus side, my senior prom date was there and he was great. He’s getting married next year and I couldn’t be happier for him. It’s always nice to see someone really happy. I talked to him for a bit and then tried to get back over there and couldn’t. He did however sign my vintage high school band cassette tape. On the down side, I felt like the line that existed in high school, whether it was a “cool” kid line or a “rich” kid line, I don’t know; but it’s still there. And I think that after twenty years, who gives a shit. We’re all on Facebook, fucking say hello in person, you know?
Enough with the negativity. I talked to a couple of amazing women that I didn’t really know that well in school, and you can tell how happy and comfortable they are with their life and themselves and that was such a treat. That’s what I wanted to get out of going to the reunion - an update on how happy everyone is. But for some it’s not the case and you could tell instantly, which is really too bad.
I also learned that one of the girls in our class died young of MS. I didn’t know her that well, but she was one of the ones you really wanted to see, to know how she is. I was floored to learn she was gone.
Other then that it was a typical night out for me…drank too much, ate too little and laughed too loud. The Class of ‘89 rocks.
