Monday Musings about My Class Reunion…

Saturday night was my (mumbling year) high school class reunion.  It was held at a lovely venue in the western suburbs of Chicago, with an open bar and appetizers.  There was also a wedding reception at the same location.  One of the bridesmaids asked me in the ladies room if I was there for the reunion.  I said yes and she said, oh, is it your 20th?  Ah, sweet, adorable, obviously alcohol-impaired young lady!

I dragged hubby along with me and he knows no one I went to school with because I met him after college, but he was a great sport.  We had such fun talking to my friend Gloria and her hubby, David, who made the trip in from Florida.  I swear Gloria looks just like she did in high school.  Bitch.  No, no, just kidding.  She is just as lovely as ever and I’m sure it’s not her fault that she hasn’t aged a bit!  Also talked with Terry and his wife, Jan, who came in from Iowa.  I’ve known him since we were in sixth grade — about age 12 in the U.S. — and had seen them ten years ago at the last reunion I attended.

Then there was Al, another Terry, Mike, John and his wife Mary, Maureen and Ina and her husband, Gary.  Ina is the only person I actually knew only from high school.  We were in the same Russian class.  Yes, I took Russian for four years in high school.  I can’t say that I’ve ever used it since, but I’m always excited when I can read some of the alphabet, like on the Russian teams’ Olympic uniforms, haha.

There was a band who played just a little too loudly, but apparently it was a group of guys from high school who’ve gotten back together and are playing some local venues.  They were actually quite good although not many people were dancing.  We were too busy catching up on all those years apart.  But my absolute favorite part of the evening was when someone told me she used to have her hair dyed platinum, like mine!  Made my night 🙂

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  1. Clearly you had fun

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    1. I really did enjoy seeing people after all these years. And meeting spouses…

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  2. Sounds like a blast from the past. 🙂

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  3. Sounds like we have the same colour hair dye!

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  4. So glad you had a good time, Dee! Keep rockin’ the platinum hair!

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    1. So far so good! Second haircut this Friday — the bane of having really thick hair. It gets like a chia pet very quickly, lol!

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      1. Hahaha! I have 2 year old baby girl hair so I’m kinda jealous!

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      2. And I’d gladly give up some of mine! Why do we always want what we don’t have?

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  5. Sounds fun! My kids go to my old high school, so I’m always running into people I knew, or who were in my graduating class though I didn’t know them (graduating class of 1,200 my year). Every cross country meet or dance concert is like a reunion, and it’s nice! Someday I’ll make the official one.

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  6. I’ve never been to any of my reunions… high school or college… nor do I have any desire to go. For a multitude of reasons. But that’s me and I have issues. LOL. Sounds like you had a great time, though. And the hair thing is the best!

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    1. I’ve been to two. I haven’t really wanted to, but a lot of my class is scattered around the country (1,200 of us) and when someone lets me know they’re coming in I want to see them and go…

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  7. Good for you. I’ve yet to even try one.

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    1. My second. I always think I won’t go then someone from out of town comes in and I want to see them!

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      1. Its great that you stayed connected! I applaud you.

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      2. Thanks, but I haven’t done a very good job of it. But Facebook makes it fairly easy to find people and then they are friends of other people you might have known…

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  8. Sounds delightfuln Dee – the stuff we never knew we always hoped for, eh.

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