Last night was my 35th High School reunion. It was held at an upscale restaurant in downtown Albany and attended by around 40 class of ‘72 alumni and maybe another 20 spouses/SO’s (mine included).
I keep in touch with a few people from my class, including my best friend Maribeth who I see very often for lunch or dinner or at scrapbooking events. But most of the people there I haven’t seen in at least ten years. A few people I actually didn’t recognize. The organizers helped with that, however by giving us all name tags with our yearbook pictures and names in big letters.
It was fun catching up with old friends and talking to people that I never really talked to in high school. We actually sat at dinner with two guys that I never knew at all in school. One was very interesting. He and Ed knew some people in common and chatted away The other guy spent the entire dinner talking about how much his life sucked. He was a member of the infamous (and I thought long defunct) “OC ski club” which was a singles club in the late ’70s and told several stories of women he’d dated and how they wouldn’t go out with him more than once. I stifled the urge to tell him I probably knew why.
We sat through the very funny presentation by the MC, and stayed a while after dinner, but when some of the group decided to move the party to another bar we decided to go home. If I had been solo, I might have gone along but I didn’t think it was fair to subject Ed to my former classmates in all their drunken glory.
