I can’t leave the world of the high-school reunion yet. I can’t get enough. I want more. I want our entire group to get together every weekend if possible. hahahaha
I am already on the planning committee for the next one – along with Betsy, Mere, Beth, and Leo. WHOO-HOO. The emails have already flown back and forth – where to have it, should it be a cruise, a clambake … should we have a cruise AND a clambake? Should we have a buffet table? Venue discussions …. (Lisa, we might go for a multi-day event next time, like you had for yours.. God help us all.)
Let the good times roll.
The ironic thing is that I really disliked high school, actually. I didn’t start to blossom until college – which is where I started to feel powerful, feel like I knew a little bit who I was, I felt pretty in college – for the first time ever … College was a true release for me and I had a sense that that would be true, which is partly why I despised high school so much, and couldn’t wait to get out of what I fondly called “that hellhole institution”. But seeing everyone as adults has been poignant, piercing, fun, overwhelming … and I am an emotional addict.
Gimme drugs, gimme drugs …
Schooner cruise and a clambake. Trust me.
I saw Crissy J at the Peace Dale Library with her kids today. I was with my (middle school)kids picking out books for their summer reading. She was with her (small)kids, actually they were at a children’s musician show. The FIRST WORDS out of her mouth were “It wasn’t long enough!!” not “hi” or “wasn’t that fun”. Just, blurted it out and we immediately started talking about how it needs to be a two day event next time!!
I didn’t get to spend any time with her at all. Of course – you see her all the time, right? Wasn’t she Conor’s teacher? Am I insane?
Nope- she was Calvin’s 5th grade teacher.
Okay. I remember now. I knew it was one of you guys.