class of '82

I knew that this year was the 30th anniversary of my high school graduation and was somewhat surprised to have not heard anything about a Reunion yet. Guess whaaaaaaaat?

Reunion information arrived in our mailbox on Friday. And that means...Date Nate in Nashvegas on September 1st, Baby! I missed the 10 Year reunion, but Gordon and I made it to the 25 Year Reunion and had a good time.  What an awesome feeling it was to see people who were friends, who you wish you had been friends with and people who you didn't really know all that well even back then. 

In high school, I was close friends with two other girls. One of them, Patty {she's the one that started me down the scrapbooking road several years ago} is still in my life, although we don't chat as often as we used to. She is one of those people that I could call and I know she would be here, no questions asked. She's that kind of friend and I'm lucky that she chose me back in the 8th grade. {Our class was the last one at our high school that went from 8th through 12th grade at the same school.}

Here we are Circa 1987. Sorry, did you spew your coffee on your computer screen? 

Which leads me to this. As Patty and I were standing at the table to vote on award winners for the evening, one of the star football players asked me my name and seemed quite surprised that we had even gone to school together. He had NO idea who I was. None. I think he thought I was a spouse, not a classmate.  From his whole reaction, I could tell that he thought that I was a hottie. Have to tell you that this star football player, Mr. Cool, would in no way turn my head now. He was balding, shorter than I remembered and much shorter than me and also just a bit chubby. In other words, he was no longer Mr. Cool. Not that he wasn't a good guy in general and someone else's Mr. Right. 

Patty and I finished our voting and walked away giggling like high school girls. Some things never change.

EDITED TO ADD | This is my 700th blog post.