This past weekend, I went to my 30th high school reunion. I debated myself long and hard about going. After all - my head is covered with a quarter inch of insanely gray hair and my eyelashes are about half their normal length. But I did want to see a few people, and it's always fun to see what your former classmates look like now. I even attended the tour of my high school to see all the changes. There is now carpet in the hallways, and still no elevators to sell tickets to. (Only a Plainsmen will understand that. Heh)
There is a weird doubling of vision at a class reunion. You look at Billy Bob and while you see him as he is now, 30 pounds heavier and certainly balder, you also see him as he was - with his blonde hair and the clean shaven face he sported back in the day. He moves the same, and he sounds the same - but that weird overlay is there. As you see him move around and visit, you have flashes back to high school - remembering moments you shared, conversations you had. Then you shake your head and he's back to being just Billy Bob - a little older, a little greyer.
Then there are the folks (mainly men, by the way, and that is so unfair) who haven't changed a bit. There might be a couple of lines on their faces, but for the most part, they haven't changed and you can't help but wonder if they have a painting in their attic. Bastards. Age, will ya! It's only fair. If I have to have these laugh lines and grey hair, so do you! Hmph.
I struggled the most with those who I couldn't recognize. Thank goodness for the name tags most everyone wore (although I would enlarge the print for the 35th reunion - I'm sure I'm not the only one who's eyes are going). It should be mandatory that everyone wear a name tag at all events, in my oh-so-humble opinion. I feel so strongly about this that I'm going to put myself in charge of the name tags next time. (Yes Crista and Allison - I'm serious! One less thing for y'all to have to deal with!) There are still several folks that I didn't recognize. There was one that I was sure who it was - then I saw him the next day in town, and he wasn't even there! He somehow missed the whole weekend. Oops.
Over the years I've become friendlier with some of my classmates
thanks to Facebook and Pinterest. One chick that I was in drama with
has discovered just how geeky I really am. It was fun to see her, but I
didn't get near enough time with her. I get the feeling that we could
sit and debate sci-fi movies for hours. We totally need to do that over
adult beverages one of these days.
I wasn't one of the "popular" kids in high school. I didn't really belong to the "cool" kids group/clique/whatever you called it. I wasn't a "grit," or a "nerd" or a "jock." I might have been considered one of the "stoners" - but although I did my share of illicit activities, it wasn't my be-all, end-all. I was friendly with kids from most of the groups listed above. Since I didn't really fit in any particular group, I pretty much created my own little group, and we thought we were pretty cool. But most of the girls I was closest to were in the grade behind me. Those are the chicks I really would love to hang out with at a reunion. I'm seriously contemplating crashing their reunion next year. Ha!
To be honest, my husband and I didn't really visit with that many people there. We did more people watching I think, which I find just as entertaining. But once again I came away from the reunion a little down. I don't know if it was because of my hair, or my energy level not being what it used to be, but I just felt out of place a bit. I had moments where I felt comfortable, but most of the night I missed my girls. Melissa, Becky, Marla, Bret, 'Nicey,. Those are the chicks I wanted to hang out with and re-visit old times with. The majority of the kids from my class that I hung out with were dudes, and oddly enough, wives don't always appreciate some chick sitting and re-visiting old times with their man - even if there was no dating involved. Go figure.
There is no guarantee I'll be around for our 35th. It's my plan to be here. Just in case, I went this year. I'm glad I did. It's part of my new philosophy - to live with no regrets. I don't to look back and think "I wish I had gone to that last reunion." I'm living my life with intent now. No more what might have beens. No more regrets. So far - so good.
Now to start planning for that trip to Cancun.....