We walked in...and I recognized NO ONE initially. I also found myself reverting back to my withdrawn high school self (although others have different memories of me). I was terrified to approach anyone that I did recognize. There is no WAY I could've walked in that place without my sweet husband.
Eventually, I heard my name being called by my girls and I had already downed a nice gin and tonic (extra lime, please). The line I gave the most was to the male population: "You didn't give me the goddamn time of DAY back in high school--and now you want a HUG?" I was half-kidding. I guess I didn't hit my prime back in high school, like so many do, and I felt a little sassy. Did I have a grudge or two? I suppose so, but nothing vicious. It really is crazy to feel that way, and I'm glad it dissipated. It's all good.
Mostly, I was just so happy to see my girls. I've kept in touch with Joanne, who is as STUNNING as ever, and it was a great, loud and hilarious dinner with Rose, Katy and Jeanne the night before the reunion. I also wanna give a shout out to Tommy, Jackie, Patti, Michael, Tracy, Mary, Mike V. (who got a LOT of verbal abuse--sorry, dude!), and MAUREEN!!
I'm really, really glad I went. Class of '79--what the HELL? We can't be that old.