25 yEAR!

25 years ago, after spending the majority of the day at a local water park, I took a shower (maybe), grabbed my cap and gown, and headed to my high school to participate in a graduation ceremony. For years after that day I had dreams in which the student counselor phoned  to inform me that, in fact, I did not graduate due to an error in credits. Obviously, this haunted me for some time. What did not haunt me, however, was relationships with alumni. For many years, with the exception of two or three classmates, I had very little contact with classmates.

 

This all changed approximately five years ago when I reconnected with Drizzler and she suggested a private gathering with alumni I hadn’t seen in years. Since then I have reconnected with this elite group of women several times. Each time we learn a little more about each other and, every now and again, we decide we want to know a little less about others.

 

It’s hard to believe 25 years has passed since signing their yearbooks, and even harder to believe they didn’t want to hang out when I called them (just as they had written) 24 years ago, after a whole summer of staying cool. Regardless, I invited them back to my house for another Elite Alumni Reunion. Wanting to recreate our senior pictures I purchased  a formal black dress, turned it into a dickie, and we took ‘current day senior pics.’  The only drawback to this activity was that Scared had to remove her ‘Homecoming Queen’ sash. Luckily doing so did not disturb her incredible hair – invisible roller bang and crimped locks.

 

Staying in theme, I took a lot of photos with a disposable camera. Fortunately others actually took photos with cameras that worked (most likely because a glass of gin and tonic didn’t spill on them). In addition to taking photos and reminiscing about ‘the happiest we’ve ever been in this moment’ – that was So Hip’s roundtable discussion – we did karaoke. Karaoke is something we do every time we get together, but not something we did in high school. Which makes me wonder, what did we do in high school?

 

Like many other EARs, our night ended as the day was beginning for others and the photos (those in the disposable camera excluded) gave us a much better idea about how the night went. Until next yEAR!

 

P.S. I’m dropping out of Yearbook Club – I don’t need the credits (do I?) and my disposable camera is broken.

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