This weekend was my 25th high school reunion.
Sounds old, huh? (Shut up, that was where you were supposed to say, "No, it doesn't!")
I went to an all-girls school, and, our reunion activities were just the girls this year.
Friday night, we gathered at a classmate's
mansion house for margaritas and Mexican food.
As I pondered just where I might have taken the financial wrong turn that rendered me living in a house that smells vaguely of something that died in the basement rather than a house with actual paintings with little lamps over them, and, a room just for the television, I thought to myself, "Damn, when are we going to eat?"
We had a pretty good turnout of 22 or so, people, out of a graduating class of 50 (I think), even had two of the Sisters (actual nuns, not Sistas) come to the festivities.
Though class reunions get a bad rap for whatever reason, I can say that I truly had a lot of fun.
Our class was a particularly good one, and, though some pretend not to care, we have all shared somewhat of a bond over all these years.
As a matter of fact, it is of note that our small planning group was able to account for the majority of our classmates, both the in-town, and, out of town ones, in one sitting without a lot of research.
At the risk of sounding like the ending of a Brat Pack movie, it was really cool that people who didn't hang out together in school, were sharing things about their jobs, or, their families, and, some easily picked up right where they left off 25 years ago.
I found myself truly interested in everyone's replies to, "What are you doing now?", and, I learned a lot about a couple of people I didn't know quite as well.
It was interesting to see how conversation themes have changed over the years.
When we gathered at 5 years, the conversation was dominated by jobs, engagements and weddings.
Ten and 15 years were all about pregnancies, children, and, graduate schools.
I have no idea what we talked about at our 20 year reunion since I had just had a baby, and, was wondering how I was going to stay awake through the whole thing.
This past weekend was a weird mix of raising teens, aging parents, divorce, and, "Wow. you have a 2 year old?"
See? I do not have the youngest kid.
Despite the stereotype of a 25th reunion, everyone pretty much looked the same.
I'm told it's the 40th where everyone starts to fall apart ;)
On Saturday, we gathered at school for a luncheon, and, many, many pictures of which I took none.
Currently taking bets as to how many unflattering and/or bizarre pictures of me will make it into the next campus newsletter.
We also paid tribute to two classmates who died. It's odd that we had 2 deaths before our 15 year reunion, once from cancer, and, one in an accident.
The weekend has come and gone. It was fun, but, it was also my mental gateway to the rest of the summer.
I've been saying, "Oh, that's a long way off, I don't have to worry about X, Y, and, Z (nothing mysterious, just mundane stuff that usually costs a bunch of money) until after the reunion."
And, well, here come X, Y, and, Z.
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