The More Things Change….

I’m pretty decent at math.  I can add AND subtract.  Well, what happens when you have 2010 and subtract 20?  That’s right, you get The Year That I Graduated.  Put THAT on the ACT and see what that gets you.

In the back of my head I had told myself that I wasn’t going to do the whole reunion thing.  Didn’t see a point to it.  Fast forward to this past winter and “friends” on Facebook were already planning the event.  Not only that, but once in awhile I’d take a peek at who was attending and….long story short….I decided to go.  The tipping point was the fact that 2 of my high school friends – friends that stood up at my wedding – planned to come into town specifically for this (they still have family in town).  OK, fine….

There were 2 days to the reunion and I opted for Day 1, the reception at a local bar.  Going in, I knew that the Class of ’90 would break down into their little cliques.  Sure enough, after about 4 drinks, we all settled into where we were 20 years ago.  On one hand, it was great to catch up with my little gang, but on the other hand, it would’ve been nice to see what the rest of my classmates were doing.  I have to admit, it was pretty comical watching the captain of the cheerleaders have to sit down because she was so hammered.  Also comical were the unusually large amount of those still clinging to their high school years…..20 years later.

I’m pretty confident my decision on my 30 year has been decided, but who knows?  Maybe the starting quarterback of the football team will get arrested.  If someone can guarantee that, I’m back in.

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