So faithful readers, I know you are waiting with bated breath to find out how the reunion went.
Let me start by saying that there was an awful lot of alcohol involved.
I know there will be a very special place at Betty Ford reserved for both myself and some of my classmates. Make that many of my classmates.
As Randy Finch says, "The Class of 1984 knows how to party!"
My first impression upon walking in was that everyone looked so damn old! I felt so damn old! But hey, we are all 38 or 39.
I seriously would not have recognized many people but for the name tags that came complete with their senior picture and name. I refused to wear mine, since my last name was misspelled. It only has 5 letters, people, if you couldn't figure it out, you had both my email address and my work and home phone numbers.
Or can they just not proofread?
I digress.
A lot of people who never would have talked to me in high school chatted quite nicely with me. I am glad to see that people have acquired a level of maturity that was missing during the 10th reunion, which was still very clique-y. This time around, people seemed much more apt to mingle outside their old group.
There were some abysmally bad outfits. Two in particular that stand out, to borrow from my friend Sarah, looked like they were dressed to be lounge singers in the local Holiday Inn.
There were also some people who looked absolutely terrific.
My friend Darr and I were voted "Punkiest" in high school. We were accosted by a classmate who was wearing combat boots, a plaid kilt and many facial piercings and tattoos that were not exactly tasteful who was all kinds of pissed off because she was not voted punkiest in high school. Well, to paraphrase Darr, she wasn't punk in high school at all. Get over it, babe, and do you really think it's in good taste to be pushing 40 and have like 6 piercings in your FACE?
Sheesh.
Overall, I am amazed at how much fun I actually had and how nice it really was to see some of my old classmates.
Of course, the liberal doses of alcohol involved probably helped it along.
Also, an open note to any of my classmates who may lurk here: Please feel free to email me your impressions of the reunion for posting. I'd love to get some more imput. To the perv who emailed me how was the reunion? I wish I could have come? Get over yourself, you are 28, therefore you didn't graduate with me and you live in Elyria, Ohio. Your choice of email address tells me far more than I need to know about you.
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