Reunions

This past weekend was my high school reunion. To celebrate having graduated fifteen years ago.

When my five-year reunion rolled around the scars of high school were still too fresh and I elected not to go. When the ten-year popped up, my school stopped having reunions for individual graduating class and instead had one large reunion for everyone celebrating that year. This struck me as a thinly veiled attempt at raising money and I didn’t go. My fifteen-year reunion was more tempting. The school is still doing the crazy lumped together reunions but girls from my class planned a separate cookout and happy hour for people. That way folks could bring their families and just mingle with people who graduated in 1996.

Then I remembered two very important things:

1. I don’t remember names well and especially not names of people from high school. Socializing with people from then would just be an illustration of my bad memory.
2. I keep in touch with very few people from high school because I am friends with very few of the people with whom I went to school. I don’t need to go to a aschool-sanctioned event to see those people!

So last Saturday, the day I would have been awkwardly hanging out with people I haven’t seen in fifteen years, I went to breakfast with one of my best friends from high school, Mart Girl, who was in town from Chicago. We reunited over eggs. And her sister who graduated 2 years behind us was there, too. So it was almost like the lumped together reunion my school was splanning. Only I knew both of these girls names and didn’t have to look like an idiot. And I never had to have fake conversations about kids and husbands and how great everyone looks. Much nicer!