Have I mentioned that my 10-year high school reunion is a short six months away? I can't remember. Anyway, it is, and I'm going. I actually feel none of the misgivings and fears that I felt before my college reunion last summer, which is interesting. There's a reason, though, and the reason is that I don't give a shit what these people think of me. The few people I cared about in high school will be happy enough to see me, I'm sure, and otherwise, whatever. I'm not good at small talk (oh, just ask someone about my performance at the college reunion), and in fact hate to make it, and I just dare anyone to pull out photos of their kid. I can't be sure there won't be an eyeroll or two accompanying the niceties I force out through clenched teeth. And even though I have a job that is pretty good, live in a good location, and love my boyfriend very much, I can think of nothing more horrible than to repeat those three things over and over for five hours.
To that end, I'm bringing Kate. Yes, I'm bringing my sister to my reunion. There's no way in hell I'd subject S to any period of time with people from my high school, unless I like them, and S has already met most of my closest friends from the time. I don't want to go to S's high school reunion, so why should he go to mine. And even though Kate was only a freshman when I was a senior, we went to a small school, and she knows lots of kids who are my age. I think the plan is that Kate and I will find a table, park ourselves, and proceed to dish about every single person who comes in the door. (Except that at this point, I don't remember about fully half of my graduating class.) I was hoping Yalie could come, but (I think) she's off on an amazing trip to South America for a sort of seminary-exchange for the four weeks that immediately surround the date of the reunion. Oh well. Kate and I will have fun, and if we don't, it's at our parent's country club, so we can travel the two minutes by car home. Or if we're drinking, call my mom and make her pick us up. In a pinch, we could even walk, or coerce my little brother into being our driver. But I suspect we won't drink, and it doesn't really matter. The point is, we can easily escape if we want to.
The reason I'm talking about it now is that I sent in my check (I paid for Kate. It's only fair.) and have pretty much committed myself to this thing. Again, no misgivings. It's just...surreal. This morning I looked at a wedding picture of one of my best friends from high school (no contact since freshman year of college), and it was just weird. I don't know why. Just weird. So yes, this is going to be weird.
My 10 year is coming up too and I can't decide if I want to go or not. I definitely wouldn't make my SO attend, as I didn't know 1/2 my class and have most likely forgotten the majority of them by now anyway. I want to go but I'm wondering if it is really worth the plane ticket home...
I'm glad you went to the college reunion. I had more fun because you were there. :)
Posted by: Rita | January 31, 2007 at 12:13 PM
Oh yeah, Rita, if I had to fly, I'm not certain I'd be so into it. Then again, I'm crossing my fingers that a few people decide to get on a plane and come out for it. On the other hand, I don't think S is going to go to his, simply because he too would have to spend a chunk of money on a plane ticket, and he says he already sees the only people he would want to see ever again.
That's a hard one, trying to decide whether to spend the money.
Posted by: Manogirl | January 31, 2007 at 03:09 PM