Take On Me
This weekend we're attending my husband's 20th high school reunion. Yikes. Are we that old? At my ten-year soiree back in 1997, everyone showed up in cargo pants and flip-flops. I wore this:
Becky and I looked like Romy and Michelle. Cute, but scary. That evening was a mess for several reasons and we made a pact to spare ourselves future aggravation by staying home during future reunions. Anyone care to put money on whether we'll be back when Chamberlain High Class of 1987 comes calling? That will probably occur shortly after my nip and tuck next June which means I should wear something even more revealing than a blue, see-through dress. Is there such an outfit? Could be interesting...
At any rate, this weekend is not about me. As a result, everyone will have fun. His tenth was a blast. Husband was one of those nice guys in high school, friends with everyone and an overall pleasure to be around. Still is. Back in 1996, while he worked the room, I sat with one of his closest friends, a Latter-Day Saint, and discussed the Book of Mormon. Good times. No one does religion and cocktails like I do. No one.
We're driving over to Melbourne tomorrow morning, boozing it up with the Eau Gallie High Class of 1986 for two nights before hauling ass in our Minivan of Love. Should make for a great weekend. And no worries about inappropriate attire. This time, when the invitation said Casual Dress, I paid attention. Wanna see my Daisy Dukes?
posted by kate @ 6:05 AM
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I have my ten-year next month back in Ohio. I was a class officer, so I have some sort of role in executing the reunion, though living in Florida mainly means I'm editing the class newsletter. Our class VP is setting up the show, at the town Elks lodge.
Dress is simply "whatever." I have to admit, I have such a strong place in my heart for reunion movies (Grosse Pointe Blank, especially) that I had bigger dreams, but oh well. I'll still probably wear a suit.
Okay, so I have to confess something. My 10th reunion was in 2004, starting the weekend that I was moving down from Dallas. Did I stop on the way through? NOOOOOOOPE. Did I want to? NOOOOOOOOPE. I left those people behind and the only two that I talk to from my high school days graduated in different years than I did. Gary wanted to go, just to meet people I had been friends with...I assured him those people were now in prison or politics and wouldn't be attending.
Tim ya gotta stop making me feel so goddamn OLD. ;-)
Addison - thanks for the call today. You gave me some well-needed comic relief and I appreciate it.
I don't want to go next year, but I may get outvoted. Stay tuned...
Aw, darlin', it's okay. On the phone with my pops today (on the way to check out my new house in Clearwater [!!! Wesley Chapel is losing two of us !!!]) and he said "what year is this, your 20-year?"
Aughghghg.
I was on my way to CO when my ten year hit. But twenty is fast approaching. I don't talk to anyone from HS since I've been in CO for seven years, so what is the point in going? Shoot, I didn't even get to go to my prom because of the Pox. Why dredge that up?
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