Oh, 20th Reunion Weekend… it continues. And after all my grumbling, it seems to be a success, and everyone is having a wonderful time (me included).
So much silliness. Friday night was meet-and-greet at a local bar. All I can say is that there were splits involved, and a shirtless guy, and then later that night, a bonfire, inappropriate jokes, midnight pedicures. Time machine. We were all around 18 for a night.
Yesterday was a local wine-tasting tour, ending up at a classmate’s charming winery (below). We had a lovely time, more silliness, and then it was off to set up the big dinner.
Charming and wonderful and everyone brought beautiful spouses and filled out my trivia contest and hugged and laughed and looked at yearbooks. It was everything you’d wish a 20th reunion would be. No stress, just fun. (thank you to my classmate Hedie who saved the day by hosting the event at her lovely home!)
A dear long lost friend showed up and surprised me, which is exactly why reunions are wonderful and why people keep doing them. These relationships are important. They remind you of who you were, and who you are, and whom you love.
Today we meet up at a local park with kids and families and lawn games for a relaxed picnic day. I have no duties other than to attend. I’m a bit tired but it’s been so much fun, that everyone is asking if we can do a 25-year. I’m thinking… yes. Sometimes small, requiring almost no effort on my part, no ‘ticket’, just fun.
Small towns are good for some things, it seems. Close classmates is one of them.
This also renews my desire for community. I’d like to be involved in something that requires knowing lots of people, being involved in something bigger than myself, being known. I have been tucked away for far too long.