Those were the days, my friend...

Had the 20th high school reunion this past weekend. It was an absolutely wonderful time. All the planning on this thing finally came together and just about everyone come up to me all weekend talking about how fun it was. Unfortunately a lot of people in our class that you would expect to show up did not. It would have been nice to catch up with them. But that can't be helped - they just missed a really good party.

As in past reunions, it's always amazing to me how much I enjoy talking with people that weren't necessarily my closest friends in high school. The only bad thing about the past weekend (other than the crappy group photo - Kathy's class had the same problem) is that I see my Christmas card list getting bigger when I've been trying to reduce it down the past few years. Also the reunion seemed very much like a wedding reception - I tried to talk to as many people as I could, though I feel like I didn't talk to most of them anywhere near as long as I would have liked.

Things of note: creepy Speedo-wearing people from Mexico trips are still kind of creepy; as I expected it is best to go sans spouse if you know your spouse doesn't want to attend - as a "single" girl you have quite the pick of solo guys to dance with; you will always get cornered by weird former ROTC women when there are about 50 other people in eyesight you'd rather be talking to; Wendy still is great to hang next to for making astute (catty?) observations of others; I wish I'd known Mindy better in high school because she is also really funny; photographers who keep telling you to say "sex" instead of "cheese" for the umpteenth group shot are ANNOYING; I wish I'd known Scott Cross before now because he is a really cool guy; Wade can give a wonderfully touching toast with only a days notice; I wish I'd pulled my camera out much sooner - hopefully I'll get people to send in photos to share.

Probably much more to say, but definitely not interesting to any readers that didn't actually go to high school with me. And at the next one in 5 or 10 years I'll be staying out even later because I won't have a nursing baby to get home to (though this old mom did pretty good hanging until about 12:30am Saturday night).