I made a last minute decision to attend my 20th high school reunion this Saturday night. Twenty years. It’s a prospect that both thrills me and makes me want to curl in the fetal position and suck my thumb. I originally replied “no” to the Facebook invite. Doug and I attended our 10th back when I was pregnant with Meg. We see people here and there; after all we did live for 4 years in the town we grew up in and not everyone ran screaming for the hills and moved away. My father routinely makes fun of me for coming back to Maine because when I left for college in New York I swore I was never coming home.
High school was, for me, a difficult time. I was smart. I played in the band. I was always an outsider, even within my own group of friends. I cared what people thought of me and took it very hard that I was never well liked. I was happy to leave high school and its issues behind. You know, until I met, fell in love with and eventually married a boy from the football team. Ahem.
So the reunion just didn’t have any pull for me, even though some of my old friends were going to be there and I hadn’t seen them in many years. I got a disappointed email from one of my oldest friends (we met in 7th grade) expressing disappointment that I wasn’t on the guest list. I can’t remember the last time I saw him and I felt really bad saying we weren’t coming. Doug could care less whether we go or not. He doesn’t care one lick about what people think of him. He is perfectly content with who he is and what he has in life. (Did I just say “one lick”?) I would give my kingdom for a sliver of his attitude.
Monday I got an email from my friend Brooke saying she was contemplating coming to the reunion and was I going. I said no, but as we chatted back and forth on Monday I felt like I should go. We weren’t close in high school but she was always nice to me and we’ve become better friends through our blogs. I haven’t seen her since our graduation. I arranged a babysitter for Saturday night and voila~Doug and I are attending the reunion. Brooke will be there as well and I am beyond excited to see her again.
I can honestly say that I am horribly nervous for this reunion. I am not good with large groups now that I spend 95% of my time at home with my kids. Most people that we have seen don’t recognize me at all, but everyone knows Doug. I am glad he’s going with me because I’m pretty certain I wouldn’t go alone. If this were my college reunion, I’d have no problem packing up and heading to New York, solo. I loved college and if my friends (I’m looking at you Nettie) would consider attending a reunion one of these years I would be there with bells on even though it always conflicts with my wedding anniversary. Bells. On. This reunion causes me to revert to my 14 to 17 year old self and I don’t want that. I want to have fun. So I will.