Class of 1989
Patty & I attended my 20-year high school reunion yesterday. Patty is a bit younger than me, so she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I assured her that despite what the 1989 yearbook would suggest, the school hallways did not smell like hairspray & Copenhagen. The cafeteria? yes, but not the hallways. I also warned her that if we walk in to the reunion and hear music by Faster Pussycat, it’s OK, it’s intentional, not some horrible, horrible mistake. She also gave me that odd look she always does when I use words like “Faster Pussycat” and “hallways.”
I don’t have any snarky remarks about the reunion. Quite the contrary; I was so grateful to reconnect with people I used to see every day. Sadly, I almost forgot how many kind and wonderful people I knew at that time in my life. They’ve all gone on to be teachers, parents, authors, businessowners, beer-drinking contest winners…you name it. I did think the music was a little loud, however. Of, course, it’s possible that the music wasn’t loud and I’ve simply reached the magical stage of life somewhere between “fuddy” and “duddy.” Yeah, that’s probably it.
All in all, it was a fun night. Oh, and I love that new nickname people were giving me: “Kohmofer.” Hmm, sounds German.
One last thing: if anyone has any photos from last night where I’m NOT stuffing my face full of lasagna & cake, that would be awesome. Later.