We Be Lookin' Good!

My 30-year high school reunion started with a mixer on Friday evening.  Hubby and I decided not to attend but to save our livers energy for the Saturday evening event.  When we gathered for Saturday's event, we heard that the group had a great time visiting but the "after party" at a local alumni's mansion ("rich girl") was the highlight of the evening. 

Evil Twin's ears perked up when she heard about the mansion.  She was sure that they were playing with steak knives, mower blades, and chainsaws, but I explained that it was most likely an open liquor cabinet that contributed to the success of that event.

Saturday morning, a few brave souls played a round of golf....or something that slightly resembled golf.  Hubby and I slept late, had a leisurely breakfast, and before I knew it, Hubby had his car up on blocks ramps and was examining his oil plug.

YIKES!

  

That sounded crazy to me so I mowed the lawn and went for a bike ride in the 100 degree heat.

The main event was Saturday evening.   For many folks, the biggest challenge of the evening was how quickly they could part with their drink tickets or being able to con other alumni out of theirs.

We also had dinner and there was a slide show playing all evening.  Someone had taken pages from the annual and scanned them to make a presentation.  I'm thinking it's earth-friendly.  It can be resued at every reunion although they will have to update the "no longer with us" section as time passes.

Sigh.

Later, they had the proverbial "who has" awards:

WHO HAS:

...traveled the longest distance to attend the reunion:  Seattle to D/FW

....the most kids:  5

...the oldest child:  29

...the youngest child:  8 weeks !!!!!!

....had a sex change:  ____

...came out of the closet:  a friend of mine

Ha!  No, there wasn't a question about a sex change but a friend is definitely out of the closet.  She's happy and confident in her relationship with another woman.  I'm happy for her.

Several Black Jack tables were available to learn the game or hone your skills.  Hubby thinks they were there for the spouses to have something to do.  He's probably right.  I played a little.  I was doing well and then starting losing.  I was glad it wasn't for real.

Being a spouse at one of these things is just a step or two above incredibly dull.  Hubby did great.  He wasn't a wallflower and was cheerful hanging around with me while we talked to different folks.

I went to the 10-year reunion and it was completely different.  It was a much larger group. Everyone seemed to visit with only the people they knew well from school.  With over 500 graduates I guess that makes some sense.     They had a 20-year reunion but I didn't know about it at the time.  I heard it wasn't well attended.

We only had about 50 classmates at this 30-year reunion.  It was much more relaxing.  Everyone talked to everyone else and seemed to have a great time.

In my opinion, we looked awesome.  I don't think any of us have "been under the knife" for a few little fixes or enhancements.    There was this one lady, though, a spouse of a classmate.  Her boobs entered the room before she did.  They were obviously enhanced.  There was no doubt with her low-cut tank top.  She was also very tall and leggy.  She didn't seem to mind standing out in the crowd, proud of her husband's expenditures.

The guys all seemed taller.  Seriously, I think they grew a couple of inches after they turned 18. 

A photographer was hired to take candid photos and a group photo.  He staged the group photo outside and then he backed up and stepped up on a chair to take the picture.   The chair was wobbly and tilted back on three legs.  Evil Twin got excited again.  She kept trying to leave the group to "help" the photographer fall over the fence behind him.

Sheesh.

Fortunately or not, the photos were taken without incident.

I cleverly managed to avoid being in candid photographs taken by classmates and my camera stayed in my purse while I worked the room moving my pie hole.  I will most likely be purchasing the photos from the photographer.  When I get those, I will post them.

Maybe.