the ocean

I had my twentieth high school reunion this weekend. It was not much like the Hallmark motion picture "Holiday High School Reunion" in that there were no song and dance numbers and I did not realize that I was in love with Jonathan Bennett, but it was still pretty good. It was a two night affair, with a family barbecue in the park the first night and hardcore "adults only" cocktails the second. Of course, disturbing realizations about the rapid passage of time were featured both nights.

I was allegedly on the planning committee for these events, but in truth I didn't do a lot more than respond to a bunch of emails in a less than timely fashion and help purchase flowers and desserts and such. I was also responsible for writing a press release about the reunion, but like any good manager I outsourced that function to my mom. Regardless, everything went well and had good turnout, so I'll go ahead and claim complete responsibility.

The weirdest part was probably the tour of the high school, which they are adding on to in what appears to be an attempt to transform it into a Country Inn & Suites. Our old lockers have been removed, rather than turned into national historic sites as seems appropriate. They kept the photo of me with bangs in the commons, though, honoring the fact that I was a National Merit Scholarship finalist, something I had wholly forgotten. They also installed a cargo net over the orchestra pit after an incident a few years back where my music teacher fell off the stage into the pit, broke a bunch of stuff, and had to ride around on a Rascal scooter. Suffice it to say that it was the best production of The Diary of Anne Frank ever.

Anyway, it was really nice seeing everyone. I think as a whole we've held up really well. Probably because we no longer eat corn chips and candy for lunch. They're more of a snack item now.