Those of you paying attention to my concerns about attending my high school reunion know I was a little apprehensive. Annoyingly so. Was I too goofy? What will we talk about? Will they even remember me?
If you are considering your own reunion, here are the answers to those questions.
• Yes, I was too goofy, but not any more than anyone else.
• We talked non-stop. About everything. Never a lull in any conversation.
• Yes, they remembered me. Most of them.
So, here, in no particular order are some reasons I’m glad I went ….
1. Seeing the ”˜sudden’ transformation (for me, anyway) of these goofy 16-year-olds into astrophysicists, doctors, professors and doting grandparents.
2. Knowing I made the right choice in leaving the restrictive undergarments at home. After all, anybody who loved you when you were 16 and gangly is bound to love you when you’re 48 and less so.
3. Finding out that some of my pals live and work very near my house.
4. Drinking great beer. (It was held at a brew pub, after all.)
5. Realizing that thirty years really doesn’t change people. We may do different jobs, live in different places, and have thinning and/or graying hair, but fundamentally my high school friends are still folks I want to hang out with.
6. Laughing over old photos, old hairdos, old fashions … but referring to them as “vintage.”
7. So many more Facebook friends!
8. Hearing funny, embarrassing, sometimes tragic stories I hadn’t known before.
9. None of which were about me.
What’s your favorite memory from high school?