So my ten year class reunion was this weekend, and it was…fine. I just don't have strong feelings about it one way or another, although I certainly appreciate the two women who took the time to plan it. It was in a room at the Elks Lodge with barbecue and coleslaw and cookies from Kroger. They had even hired a DJ to play really awful music at a blaring level. We were all screaming across our BBQ sandwiches in attempts to catch up.
The class president asked me several times if I thought people were going to dance. Since the reunion began at 6:00 and it was still daylight outside (and no one was drunk), I told her that I seriously doubted it. Plus the music included Will Smith, Lynrd Skynrd, and various depressing country artists. I'm guessing that was the DJ's idea of what was popular in 1996.
Several couples came in and sat alone at tables away from everyone else. I have no idea what the point of coming to a class reunion is if you do that since you could talk to your spouse at home but to each his own. Most people came in groups or with a spouse, but it never even occurred to me to do that. I enjoyed hearing a detective's job stories, but most of the other conversations were the basics--marital status, location, and job. And just like old times, three guys came in two hours late and drunk. I hung out with them in high school, and after spending a few minutes chatting with them, it was clear that little had changed. The scary part is that two of them are high school teachers/coaches.
My high school had a nursery for students' babies, so of course, children were a big focus of the reunion--with classmates' children in a slide show; the problem was I didn't know which baby belonged to which classmate. Various awards were given out, but the most notable one was a surprise. Three of my female classmates were called up to the little stage. They received the award for having the most children and were given bags of condoms. Hmm.
While it was neat to hear about what everyone was doing, I was anxious to get back to my nieces (who could not understand why they couldn't go with me to this "party"), so I left at 9:00. They're a lot more fun than any reunion.
p.s. Having this girl on The Bachelor who doesn't speak English is ridiculous.