HS Reunion!

Here is a HILARIOUS pic that Heather captured at the bar after our HS reunion on Saturday night. This is me and my frenemy, G. G and I were best friends in HS, and remained in touch through college and beyond. We had a falling out in 2002 and had not spoken since. Other than a brief exchange of words when I was pg and had to go to the pharmacy for Z/ofr*an in 2006 and she filled the prescription. We were both pg at that time though she didn't know I was.

So, Sat night was the first time we had spoken other than that exchange, since 2002. It went okay, kind of broke the ice. I almost got the feeling that, as we all were leaving, she wanted to ask to get together sometime--because, though falsely, it felt like it had all those years talking to her; we were friends for 17 years, after all. But she didn't and I didn't, because our lives are just too different now. I hold no grudge against her but it doesn't mean a friendship would be possible.



YES, I should've stopped after the 5th cocktail...

Heather thought I had quite a bit...but what's that biblical saying...something about don't pluck the splinter from your brother's eye if you have a piece of wood in your own? Or maybe just, It takes one to know one. (Evidence below...)

Alright, one of the reasons H rode me for drinking was that G told her the next day at the 2nd half of our reunion (which I did not make as I was trying to potty train Lk--who did not get even a drop in the potty ALL DAY despite my pleas, threats, promises, and begging--but I'll save that story for later), that I didn't recognize Scott, the guy on the left of the picture below.

Well, excuse me, but the last time I saw him he was a scrawny kid with hair; as you can see now he looks about 8 months pregnant with twins, as this was about my girth in the front at that stage. Stone cold sober, I would not have known who he was!

At one point in HS, I had a crush on Wayne and for a brief, insane period, on Glenn. Then Mike (on right) and I corresponded and became close. Thankfully, none of it ever panned out...sweet guys, though.

Of course I had a huge crush on Wayne in HS. He was a professional model afterward AND he restored his own Victorian home--who wouldn't love that about a guy. But he only teased me, and we danced a few songs at the soc hops (yes, they were called that!) and that's as far as it went. He's been married twice since HS and has no kids but I guess he's having a lot of fun now.

Below is Mr. "High Sperm Count." "No fertility problems here," he bragged at the planning meeting for the reunion. He has 6 kids. Yikes. Married himself a good Catholic woman whose family has a minimum of 6. I didn't ask if he was planning to have more or not...or maybe I did...can't remember much after that 6th drink...

I always thought these guys would end up at the altar, she was Valedictorian and he was smart too. They were kind of a version of Diane and Frasier on Cheers, minus many of the laughs. Looking back though, I think it would have been War of the Roses if they ever had married.

I sat at the single moms table with Heather and Mary.

My 3rd cousin Ann. But I've only seen her twice since graduation.

At the bar afterward...

Gee, is that Heather with a drink?

G's husband is now old enough to drink...think he turned 21 a couple years ago now...

And the spouses/companions took group pictures...

About half the class showed up. It was a good time. Heather says the next day was even better but I had a headache...guess why. Plus I didn't feel comfortable going without someone else along to help me watch the boys while there. It was a potluck. I guess they also played the video of a spoof play we did senior year in English AP on Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I played the "whore" in fishnets and fought onstage with the valedictorian while also in a dual role as one of the natives. It is an absolute scream, with the guys in full war paint rapping the story of the book. Apparently they are putting this thing on You Tube--hopefully none of us ever run for high office--if so, it would be worse than watching Sarah Palin play the flute on SNL.

I put the last photo in sepia tone b/c it reminded me of a scene in Dead Poet's Society when they all look at a photo of a class that was taken 100 years ago and Robin Williams tells them they are all now dead and food for worms. That is what we will be to some future classes, my friends! So enjoy the ride while you can...it's a short one. 20 years has passed in a jiffy.