So after debating about whether I should go to Albuquerque with Jared or go to my 20th high school reunion, I decided to ditch Jared and hang with some old friends. I have to be honest, I really wasn't sure if I wanted to go. I'm a little chubbier, wrinklier (not sure if that's a word!) and have several more gray hairs shining through than I did at my ten year reunion. I decided to go anyway.
For the most part, the reunion was fun. I'm not sure why, but the reunion just started out slow. I was sitting by some people who were pretty quiet and the conversation at the table was quite painful. Finally, one of my better friends at the table looked across at me and said, "let's go mingle for awhile". I think she was feeling the same way.
Most of my good friends from high school were there, so I was glad to get to see them and chat for awhile. It was also fun trying to find out who was single, so we could set up one of my single friends. We found a couple of options for her, but I'm not sure if anything happened. One of the guys was someone I had a crush on in the 9th grade! I'm not sure if he is much of a catch now, though!
The overall night was somewhat of a success, with some hits and misses along the way. As I looked around the room, I definitely noticed a trend with who was there and who wasn't. By far, it was the athletes (male and female), the cheerleaders, drill team and the student body officers who attended that evening. All the videos and pictures that were presented were mostly of the same crew. The jokes and and stories told that night were, you guessed it, about the same crew.
Anyway, let's just say that by 10 pm, I was ready to go. The band was still playing strong and people were still mingling, but I had talked to everyone I wanted to and was feeling okay about leaving. I was happy to be home by 10:30 pm and in bed. Man, I really am old.