12 hours ago
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Do you do reunions?
I've been living in the past for the last few days, ever since I went to a high school reunion on Sunday night and reconnected with old friends who are now my new Facebook bffs. (Hi, Varda! Hi, Kelly! Hi, Marlene!). Notice I am not telling you which h.s. reunion, although perhaps the height of my hair gives it away. It was surreal to see people I haven't seen for such a long time. It didn't make me feel old or anything, because I'm never going to be old, but it did make me realize how fast life goes by.
Best bio line ever, from a guy: "I'm fat, but I still have all my hair."
I was a little disappointed that nobody commented on how much less poufy my hair was. What can I say except there weren't really great hair products back in high school; left untamed, my hair rose to those heights of its own accord.
We traded notes on life, kids (general consenus: Max and Sabrina are cute), memories. People looked great. The guys had generally aged more than the women did, probably because they weren't wearing foundation and Spanx (well, I'm assuming none of them wore them, but you never know). Poor Dave, I dragged him along and then abandoned him at the sushi bar as I flitted around like a social butterfly on speed; there were a lot of people to catch up with.
In general, I've found that most people either love reunions (me) or consider them only slightly more tolerable than a visit to the dentist. Where do you fall?
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 12:50 AM