I'm a little late on the uptake but I just had to write about my 50th Reunion. I did decide to go at the last minute partially due to some prompting by the reunion committee and partially due to my desire to connect one last time. I don't expect to go to another reunion but 50 is such a milestone. Although there was an informal night on Friday evening with strolls down the old halls I did decide that I (we) would go to the formal dinner and program on Saturday night.
It was held at a lovely Country Club and the decorations committee did a bang-up job decking out the dining tables as well as a nostalgia table of high school yearbooks, the graduation program and a display dedicated to the photos of all the classmates who had passed away. There were quite a few and I've got to say that was humbling. Let's put it this way, I was glad that I wasn't part of that group!
Prior to the dinner there was an opportunity to reconnect with past friends and acquaintances and even Frank found a few husbands that were like he was, along for the ride. It was a bit unnerving when I was reminded about how many weddings I sang for especially since I had no recollection of it at all. Similarly I was quizzed about a couple of musicals I was in and had no memory of the other cast members. I guess the old grey matter ain't what it used to be.
In all honesty there were about five people who bore a resemblance to their teenage selves, people I could recognize but many I didn't recognize at all. Thank goodness for name tags! It really was eye opening. Here was a room full of high school graduates that were all the same age and yet some looked so much older than others. It was a real education in how unpredictable aging is. And it wasn't the usual guidelines we're told, watch your weight, get enough exercise, don't smoke and drink in moderation. That's not to say these things don't have some merit and looks can be deceiving, but it was really seems like a crap shoot.
It was interesting to see a few of the guys I had had a crush on, to see just how they'd look at the tender age of 67. It's amazing how someone could be so cute and seem so clever in their teens and, well, you finish the sentence. But enough of this levity. All this is so superficial and such a side light to this wonderful evening of nostalgia and reminiscing. I did read the poem I posted and it got the laughs I was hoping for. I was coaxed into singing a couple of numbers with the band and although I was extremely apprehensive since it's been so long since I've done anything like that, I didn't embarass myself too much. I definitely was meant to go and I'm so glad I did.