The day before, I read a blogpost written by one of our lovely class officers that basically said, "We want you here even if your waistline isn't small enough, your bank account isn't big enough, you're married, divorced, gay, whatever, we just want you here." They also went on to mention that we should all leave our judgemental selves at home. Wow, wouldn't high school be a more comfortable place for us all?
I drug my husband along, who graduated from a family of 69, not a high school like mine. He knew everyone in his class. I knew many, but not all. I knew he wasn't looking forward to it...I was having doubts myself! I really was excited though! Excited because I'm proud of who I am, proud to have a wonderful husband, proud to be a first grade teacher, proud of my two fabulous, adorable boys. I was anxious to see everyone and to hear what life had brought them since 1990.
The venue was Momo's, a live music venue on 6th Street, owned by a classmate of ours. We had a D.J. playing 80's tunes--perfect!
So glad I sucked it up...and my waistline (as much as I could)...and went. It was great to see everyone--we look better now than we did 20 years ago! Not only did we have a great time, but the invite said from 7-11 and I just knew we'd be home right afterwards. After the D.J. left, a Tom Petty cover band played that was great. We shocked ourselves (and our poor babysitters) and didn't leave until 1:30...and Russ had a great time too! It was great to see old friends, and become reacquainted with them. No regrets, except that I wish I had more time to catch up with some folks--and I didn't even get to talk to everyone I intended to! Thanks for a great night, Anderson High Class of 1990!
