So we did it. We went to my high school reunion, and lived to tell about it. It was actually quite fun. I had been informed in advance that the crowd would be on the small side {between a quarter and a third of the total class size}, but was glad to see that the vast majority of people I hoped to see were in attendance.
Friday night was the homecoming football game. I mingled a bit, and got the opportunity to introduce Si and E. to some of my classmates. It also gave me some quiet time {compared to the actual reunion dinner} to catch up with some old friends. This was the first football game we’ve ever taken E. to, and he informed us at the end that his favorite part was…the cheerleaders. Did I mention his father was girl-crazy as a young boy? I am seeing some similarities here. This, of course, was closely followed by the tubas. He loved the tubas.
Saturday night was the actual reunion. We dressed up as fancy as is possible when one is hugely pregnant {plain black dress}, only to have a last-minute shoe emergency. Due to the issues with my broken toe, I had gone out and purchased some very plain, practical black shoes for the evening. Apparently, my feet were very swollen on the day I went shopping, because when I put them on Saturday night they were so huge they were actually sagging on the sides! Panicked, I raided my mommy’s closet, and all was not lost, though the shoes I borrowed were painful enough that I spent much of the evening sitting at my table and letting people come to me to say hello.
I am sure Rebecca will agree that the music was too loud, the service was poor {water glasses not refilled, food not served over two-and-a-half hours after the event had “started”}, and it was somewhat strange to see some of the 20-somethings stumbling around on the dance floor, drinking straight from the wine bottles {which were for a toast, by the way}. I am also learning that a certain portion of the women who are still single will dress in such a way as to maximize cleavage and leave little to the imagination. I wonder if this will still be true after another decade has passed?
But it was nice to catch up. It was good to see people with smiles on their faces, holding the hand of a husband or wife and flashing photos of a baby or two. It is a little strange to encounter someone one hasn’t seen in ten years. They seem exactly the same, and yet totally different. But I suppose that is part of the draw for a reunion in the first place.
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I feel gypped. I didn’t even get invited to my 10-year reunion last summer. I don’t know if they even had one. Stupid North High. Oops, I mean, go Stars!
Glad you guys had fun!
In his defense, he did clarify later and say that he liked them “because they cheer,” but we still think it is funny. 🙂
Hola! E. is so funny. Of course…the cheerleaders. I mean what else is there to like at a football game? He’s developing into quite a boy. 🙂
I was telling my mom about the reunion and she commented that even at the reunion she and my dad went to this summer (40 years), there were still the women in too- tight clothing dancing with each other and just generally looking foolish. She said that the actual women in the group change, but there is always a group of them. I guess some things never change!
It was so strange to see people who looked *exactly* the same to me and to see others that I would never have recognized without some help.