Reunion debriefing

A thoroughly stupendous time was had. This was 26 years, don't ask me why this was the year to do it. But, the folks that pulled it together spent a lot of time getting the word out.

Treble thanks goes to M-beth for being my date and driving. Believe it or not, she got me back just in time for the last ferry at 2:10 AM. Wow... I guess we did have fun.

It was fabulous to see Lynn, Fritz, Mark, Dalton, Lisa, Allen. I barely recognized anyone else and there was plenty of squinting at name tags trying to remember.

"High school is just a fog. Do I remember you? Do you remember me?" was my mantra for the night. But, for the most part I really enjoyed visiting with a good handful of people.

Facebook has even been embraced by us geezers and there was much determined promises of tracking down and be-befriending. I will try to live up to my promises.

The consensus seemed to be that the girls looked pretty good as a whole but the guys hadn't fared so well. In some cases this was true but frankly I thought we all looked pretty good for a bunch of mid-life crisis addled recovering high school students.

Weirdest conversation: someone I adore trying to convince me that same-sex marriage would open the door for legalized poligomy. Something about if we let gay folks marry then people with multiple partners will want to as well. He was always funny in a very rye sort of way but I fear he was serious.

I told him a story about getting The Game of Life for my 10 year old daughter for Christmas. As her and her neighbor pal played, they were allowed to choose whether to be male or female and when they landed on "get married" I would say,

"Would you like to marry a man or a woman? Because this house supports same sex marriage." The kids titter and choose the opposite sex but the point is well made. I told this fellow that I would never want my kid to think that if she was gay that I would not love her as much or that there was anything wrong with that. I would celebrate, support and welcome whoever she wanted to spend her life with.

That took the wind out of his sails a bit.

Saddest journey: it was nice to see a guy I hadn't seen for a very long time. We hugged and chatted and eventually he went to the bathroom. I said to a gaggle of gals, "Wow, he looks great. He was always such a cutie." One of the gals said, "Yes, he just got out of jail. He told me that he was glad there was no one doing coke at the party." Sheesh, depressing.

So, yes, it gets easier. It was fun. I will go to the next one. It's a relatively harmless way to mark the years.

Oh, and Mitchell didn't show. Coward.

UPDATE: Ok, Mitch was not a coward but busy with a good excuse. Missed seeing him but he has since e-mailed and all is well in nostalgia land.

Reunion jitters

I have been getting those "Someone is looking for you!" spams from Reunion sights in my in box lately. I barely noticed them and just promptly delete as I am always afraid that some scary virus will ride in on one of those. I didn't think anything about it.

Well, sure enough, I guess the powers that be (the Bellevue High School 1983 class president and friends) have decided to have a mini reunion at 26 years. Something about, the 20th was SOOOO much fun and we couldn't wait until the 30th. So, voila! Come to an east side bar on Jan. 17th and reunite with all the high school pals.

For some reason, I was considered "lost" and a couple of old pals contacted me and asked if I was interested in going. My first instinct is, "Hell No!" I did not have a particularly wonderful time in high school. I remember it being particularly snobby and mean spirited. I had a few good, solid friends but pretty much kept to my own little world. I remember some of the kids being amazingly cruel and predatory. Hell no, I don't want to see them.

But, upon rethinking, it was fun to see the people that I did like at the 20th. I reconnected with some people I had lost touch with. I also found the people I had liked back then, I still really liked. There were some very nice folks, like me stuck in a school where many of the kids where filthy rich and spoiled. It was fun to reconnect and I was definately planning on going to the 30th. Why not this one?

Ok, I am game. One of my dear old friends lives in W. Seattle and she said that she would pick me up from the ferry and we can go together. I suggested we could go to dinner before to catch up and then head on over to the shin-dig.

I am nervous and excited. I feel like having a complete overhaul but have settled for a snazzy new blouse and perhaps a quick haircut on Saturday. My first anxious thought was, "I am such a matron." but then again, we are all the same age. Time is kinder to some but who cares.

So, I have a week to twit about it and I expect I will have a good time. It will be good to see Lynn and Marybeth. And, I am hoping that Mitchell (the high school boyfriend) will show up; haven't talked to him since I was pregnant with Molly.

I will faithfully report back.