Reunion

To begin with, I hate being sick. Secondly, I hate being sick when something important is coming up. So guess what happened just a few days from my 10 year high school reunion? Yeah, I caught a nasty cold from my daughter. The cold was severe enough that I was unsure if I was going to even make it to my reunion until about noon on Saturday. Thankfully I felt "well enough" to make the trip (changing elevation is killer on the ears) and we trekked up north to very city where TJ and I met and shared our first, though short, relationship.

The invitation read cocktail attire, and to me that meant a nice black dress, heels, and some jewelry for me, and a nice suit for TJ. We got ready in record time and headed off to the reunion. On the way there we wondered who we might see out of the class of 521 students that had graduated that year. I hope that some of my friends would have made the trip as I haven't seen some of them in quite a while. I also wondered if I'd see any of my classmates from choir, band, JROTC, or wrestling. We pulled up to the Hilton by the mall where TJ and I have fond high school memories of playing video games for hours in the Tilt arcade. Gauntlet Legends anyone?

Excitedly, though a little nervously, we hurried to the registration table to pick up our name tags and dinner tickets, walked into the ballroom and saw.... four tables.

Was I in the right room? Surely we'd need more than four tables to host the many students that would be able to make it right?

Nope, apparently the 10 year reunion is not popular with many alumni, and out of 521 students, only 25 showed up.

The first alumni I encountered I could not remember for the life of me (yay name tags) and TJ and I hit the bar hoping that a bit of wine would help the evening along. Slowly, more alumni started to trickle in and I began to realize in horror that I. Did. Not. Know. Anyone.

Yes folks, that's right, at my 10 year reunion, I did not know anyone. Talk about awkward. Thankfully as the night wore on we did get to know each other and go figure, at my reunion, TJ was actually recognized by one of my classmates.

The reunion for the most part was enjoyable, it was decorated nicely and the food was fantastic. The committee did an excellent job planning the whole event. And I even won gift cards as a door prize and for apparently knowing the most useless stuff about our school and graduating class. Gotta love that memory of mine!

Things did get a little uncomfortable for TJ and me towards the end, a few guys had shown up halfway through drunk, stoned, or possibly both, and tried to change the whole dynamic of the party. While trying to make some polite small talk with one of them, he told me that he's still the same, that he hasn't changed since middle school. I'm sure he's right about that, though I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

However, the night ended well, with a small group of us escaping to go have a few beers at BJ's and to talk about how life has been since high school. One of the most entertaining parts of the conversation was when we found out that everyone of us is a fan of Phineas and Ferb! Yup, we're parents all right!

Who knew that by showing up to my high school reunion, and not knowing anyone, that I would walk away at the end of the evening with new friendships? My only regret is that we hadn't started these friendships in high school.