This time of year it’s Graduation Time. Time for all those “know it all Seniors” to Graduate. I remember it like it was yesterday.
A month or so ago, I received an invitation for my 35th Class Reunion. Has it really been that long?
My son came up to me while I was looking at my old High School Year book and said to me “I’m glad I didn’t have to live during that time, everyone looks so weird.”
I said, “What do you mean weird, we weren’t weird.”
I had my signature look, the old man’s vest “borrowed” from the Drama Club Prop closet, my long knotted scarf hanging loose around my neck. I was cool!
I remember 1979, rolled up “Chic” jeans, Disco, Bee Jees, Saturday Night Fever (my first “R” rated movie), sleep-overs, Steak and Shake on Main Street, my first plane ride (to Hawaii!!!) and a few other things I probably shouldn’t mention.
Anyway back to my reunion…
At first, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go.
I was afraid that if I didn’t go I’d regret it, but, not sure how I’d feel if I did go. All the old insecurities came racing back. I do not look anything like that freckled face, skinny 100 lb. girl with the long dark hair (and signature look). But of course, I’m sure no one else looks like they did either.
So… I did what any gal would do, I messaged my girlfriends.
After much discussion and procrastination, It was decided that we’d all meet and drive together. It was also decided to ditch the hubbys and go stag. Just like old times. (Girlfriend code, of course!)
In a few weeks, we’ll meet at the old High School for a tour and then later in the evening we will all meet in the country for our reunion to be held in a barn. We’ll dance to the music played by an old classmates band and probably have a night we’ll be talking about for years to come. It’ll be fun seeing the old gang to talk, laugh and catch up. (and I’m sure we’ll all have an extra pound or two)
I wish I knew where that old vest was, I really should have returned it by now.