The other day, I arrived home to find a phone message announcing that my high school senior class is having a reunion in a few weeks.
It's funny—a few years back, I got a phone call about a junior high school reunion, which seemed unusual, but my reaction to that phone message was a little different. I thought to myself, "I hated junior high school. I was absolutely miserable back then. Why in the world would I want to revisit that?" (Recently, I heard a guy from my junior high school class hawking something on the radio, and I told DH, "That guy called me a 'dog' in front of the whole class. Being a terribly shy pre-adolescent, I was mortified at the time." DH said, "Oh, that meant that he had a crush on you." "Eh?" DH has really enlightened me regarding the mysteries of the male mind.)
At any rate, when I got this message today, I thought, "Well, this might be fun! Maybe I'd find out what happened to my college roommate, and the brainiacs, and the cheerleaders and the senior class president . . . I think I'll go." I must be in a better place.
Plus, they're having a buffet.
After talking to one of the reunion organizers, I told DH, "She said that a bunch of them decided they'd better have a reunion pretty soon, because so many of us are dying." "That's not encouraging," replied DH.
"Don't worry about bringing your spouse, " my old classmate added. "There will be plenty of people there without spouses. I brought mine one year and I spent the whole night introducing him and explaining who he was, and I didn't have enough time to visit. Of course, we're going through a divorce now."
DH said he'll go, because in case we, too, wind up divorced, he can look for his next wife there.
3 comments:
Wow your graduation picture looks amazing! I think it's the best I have seen. (usually people look kinda funny in their yearbooks...) And Robert is probably right that the classmate of yours had a crush on you. ;-)
That was as good as it got--it's all been downhill from there! ;)
You look just like Gwyneth Paltrow!
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