"High School Reunion"

It's been 10 years since I graduated from high school. Yikes. Actually, that doesn't bother me. Since then, I've been to college, gotten a Postgraduate degree from a foreign university, lived abroad, married someone from another country, and am pregnant. Besides having a bunch of pretty good life experiences to show for the last decade, I also didn't have to worry about losing weight for the reunion.

Our class president made an attempt to arrange the 19 of us--oh, wait, you didn't know? My graduating class only had 19 people in it. Yes, really.

Anyway, he made an attempt to get the 19 of us together in our hometown, which promptly fell apart. I, being both cocky and foolish, thought I might have more success if I arranged a mini-reunion here in Minneapolis. I put out an invitation a couple of weeks ago for people to meet at Brit's for dinner, drinks, and maybe some rooftop lawn bowling.

No one responded.

Finally, about a week later, one person responded that she was coming. And no, that person was not Mary. I started to get a little nervous and thought, "Self, maybe you should just cancel this thing." But I, being oh-so-cocky, thought that I could still get this to happen. So I waited.

And waited.

Finally, two days before this thing, desperation set in. I sent out a plea for people to respond to the invitation, to merely indicate whether or not they would be attending. I wrote again later that day. The next day, I sent out my phone number in case anyone decided to show up at the last minute.

Finally, Mary said she'd go. On the day of the reunion (today), she asked if we could drive there together. I told her I had already planned on taking her so she couldn't back out at the last minute. She confessed that this thought had crossed her mind.

It had crossed mine, too.

But we went, and the only other classmate to respond showed up, and it was nice to catch up. And even though it was only the three of us old classmates (oh, and a very patient Chris), we represented 17% of our graduating class. We had dinner and talked about old high school stories just like you're supposed to at these things.

All in all, I'm calling this reunion a success. Look for the article about it in the next Pacelli newsletter. What's that? You don't get the Pacelli newsletter? It's OK, I made up the part about the article.

Hope you had a good night!

xo