As mentioned earlier, Saturday night I got all dolled up and went to my 10 year high school reunion. I wore shoes that were not flip flops and put on makeup. I twisted my hair into some semblance of submission. I put on my snazzy new dress and a pair of earrings and got ready to face the past. Or at least some of it.

And you know what? It was FUN. Well, after awhile. My friend Becky and her husband Dan came and picked me up and we met up with some other friends at the bar for a little pre-reunion imbibing. Definitely the right move, as the reunion was only serving beer and wine (and charging $5 a glass. Yeah, on top of the $60 ticket. But I digress…) and Becky and I felt the need for something a bit stronger.

Fired up with our liquid courage, we made our way to the reunion. Fashionably late. I believe I heard at least a few of the crowd I was with saying “Why did I come to this?”. Can’t say I felt much differently. After about an hour, once everyone had a drink (or 5) and dinner was eaten and speeches were made the atmosphere seemed to relax. I talked to a whole bunch of people that I really didn’t know in high school and some that I had lost touch with completely. I saw quite a few people I didn’t recognize one bit. And I kept drinking my wine. Because I was still nervous and hey… its not every weekend you have cute new clothes, a designated driver (Thanks Dan!) and a perfectly good reason to get soused. One must take advantage of these things.

My friend Marielle and I decided to get the dancing started with a lovely flamenco inspired “Tora! Tora!” routine involving genius use of a linen napkin… only nobody was really buying it until the DJ played a little tune called “No Diggity”. Hrm, yes well. Not my cuppa, but I danced my bootie off for most of the night anyway.

All in all, not entirely painful. And I got to hang out with some really cool gals that I hadn’t seen in forever. It’s rad to see what awesome people they have all become.