Sunday, September 27, 2009


Pete & I went to his 20 year high school reunion. 20 years. I told Pete that I wasn't old enough to be at a 20 year reunion. And I can't believe it. Like I can't believe that we have known each other for almost 18 1/2 years. Time flies when you're having fun!

The dinner was held at the county museum in the town where he went to school. It was a step-up from the 10 year reunion. The 10 year was held in a building at the fairgrounds. We dodged the rain, got our name tags {his, complete with his senior pic} and stepped back in time. It was such a fun time for me. I knew no one there - the 3 or 4 people I know that he went to school with weren't there. {And since I was in middle school during his high school years - except his senior year, we didn't meet until 2 years after he graduated, and he didn't keep in touch with many people after high school, there wasn't much chance for me to know many of his old friends.} It took everyone a little while to warm up, but before we knew it, we were yelling at each other trying to talk over all of the chatter - and the 80's music that was playing. People were catching up and reminiscing about old times.

I found myself sitting back and listening to people talk. What else would I do? I did go through the motions of "nice to meet you", but then what's a girl to do? I felt like I was at a high school dance or even in the school cafeteria for lunch. People talking about ball games, partying, dating, hanging out. And it was funny to see people say the obligatory "how are you?"s and then move to their old cliques.

For dinner, we had a barbeque buffet with various cakes for dessert. Nothing too fancy or exciting. At the 10 year reunion, they had heavy hors d'oeuvres. So we've progressed from hors d'oeuvres {that is a pain to spell} to barbeque. I told Pete that at the next reunion, we'll be eating baked keeping with the "getting old" thing.

I saw some interesting people that night. We were standing around talking when this one guy came walking by. I kept looking up to find this guy's face - I think he was like 2 feet taller than me. I don't know if I've seen someone that tall before. Pete said he went off to school to play ball. I would have thought basketball, but I was wrong - football.

And then I saw Celine Dion's twin there. She turned out be one of Pete's old friends. Very pretty, very sweet it seemed. Very Celine. There wasn't a Titanic scene for her to break out in song, so I don't know if she has the vocals Celine does, but she probably would do just fine at a Celine dinner theater {like the Elvis place in Pigeon Forge}.

Speaking of twins, and I'm not sure how this would work...but I saw what could be Pete's brother's twin. But having twins 6-7 years apart would be some kind of miracle, so we would ALL know about it. Seriously, this guy looks just like Pete's brother. Bald on top, shaved on the sides; glasses. And I could even see his brother {on rare occasions} wearing what this guy was wearing - shirt, tie, sports coat. It was weird! Even Pete noticed it before I said something to him. He said he looked up and saw him and wondered why his brother was there. Funny!

I had this overwhelming urge to take pictures from the minute I walked into the museum. The building was neat. And there was a somewhat cheesy display set up with hay bales, pom poms and megaphone. There were a couple of other details, but I can't remember now. I felt weird about taking pictures of "strangers" in such an environment. I do take pictures of strangers but they generally don't know I am doing it. And they are not the main subject in my pics. Anyway, I did get the camera out when they were doing a class picture and attempt to get a shot of Pete. The lighting wasn't so good though.

Pete told me that there is already talk of another reunion. 25 years. That is just 5 short years away based on how quickly the last 10 years have gone. I should blow up this picture and try to memorize these people's names off of their name tags. Maybe then I will be a little ahead in a few months - I mean years - when I see them again. In the meantime, I will be digging out my own yearbooks at some point to cram for my own name game {there was a lot of name tag reading}- uh, reunion.

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