My old high school classmates have set up a web site for our class reunion—actually, it's a double reunion for graduates of two neighboring high schools. The site includes a list of people who plan to attend. I looked for the names of any of the three people I actually knew out of the several hundred in our graduating class, but alas, they were not to be found.
"Any old boyfriends?" DH inquired. "I didn't date anyone who went to my high school." I added, "Wonder what that means?" Probably there's another neurosis lurking in my psyche that is yet to be uncovered. Oh, well.
What I did find was a ticket price of $50 per person. "Ridiculous!" I said to my husband. "I don't drink, I STILL don't dance, and I'm paying $50 per person?" One wonders if the other members of my graduating class are as selectively cheap as I am.
We'll discuss "selectively cheap" on another day.
DH was noncommittal. "It's up to you," he said. The odds of our attending were slim at this point, but I decided that if the name of any one of my three old friends appeared on the list of attendees, I'd reconsider.
Well, today I revisited the web site and found the name of the girl who became my first college roommate! Ha! Well, it'll be worth the $100 just to see her—she was a smart girl with a rapier-sharp wit. And there will be some folks there who know DH, as well.
The check is in the mail.