I Survived My 25th High School Reunion

I’m still recovering from the party.  And seeing so many people I hadn’t seen since I was a kid.  But the reunion was a blast.  The weather was gorgeous, the libations were plentiful and the conversation was animated, humorous and nostalgic.

It was particularly amusing to start conversations with people I hadn’t seen in 25 years with “So, how have you been?” But almost every single conversation I had started just like that.  How does one answer such a question?  “I live in Montclair, I have two girls ages 6 and 11, and I’m married to a Frenchman.”  About as short a response as humanly possible when trying to summarize more half a lifetime of momentous occasions.

Many classmates were still familiar, even if I was unable to recall their names (those name tags averted plenty of embarrassing faux pas) or their faces.  In some cases, voices served as the link to the past and brought me back to the halls of my high school.

As enjoyable as last night’s festivities were, I’m not sure I’ll attend another reunion. For the most part, everyone still looks good and seems healthy.  We are all still young enough to recall the good times of our teenage years.  The 25th seems a fitting finale to that chapter of my life.  It’s always good to end on a high note, no?


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