We had our 15-year class reunion this weekend. Jessica and I planned it, and we had it at the CS Sports Bar in Eden Valley. Planning things like this can be tiring, but the night was so, so worth it. In case you don't know, I think I am addicted to event planning. I have planned the past 3 reunions, 2 MOTA (MN occupational therapy association) conferences (not by myself, but was part of the committee), a special-needs dance recital--every year, and the Boni-ball, a formal evening event that raises money for St. Boniface, where the boys go to school.
Every time I am involved in these things, I think, "What was I thinking?" "Why do I do this to myself?" "I can't wait until this thing is over!!" Then, when the event comes, it has (so far) turned out so well, and it is so rewarding to be a part of it.
Our class reunion was so much fun, and worth every minute of planning! I love reunions, and am so sad that it will be five years until our next one. I had a blast, talking with old friends--some who I haven't seen since our 10-year, cutting up the rug on the dance floor (I am still sore!!), and enjoying a few beverages (a few too many...Sunday was a bit rough). But the great thing about graduating from such a small class is that it feels like seeing long-lost family members.
In St. Anthony's (the Catholic school I attended from 2-8 grade), there were about 17 kids in our class who were there for the entire 6 years. Seeing those guys is like seeing your family. We grew up together, shared so many of the same experiences, and each one of those people is a part of my childhood. It felt so good to hug everyone, visit with everyone, and enjoy being around each other.
I realized I am turning into one of those nostalgic suckers who would live in the past if I were allowed to. I'd go back to grade school in a minute, and would hesitate, but would probably return to high school, too. There were (allegedly) comments made to my husband such as "where was THAT girl in high school?" She was there all along, but lacked the confidence to let me be me. If I had that confidence, I would go back in a minute, and I'm sure my experience would have been so much more positive. I hope to impart that bit of advice onto my daughter when she reaches that age, and hopefully high school won't be so painful for her.
Well, I'm going to go and listen to my New Kids on the Block, Whitesnake, and Tiffany while I go rat my hair and remember the good ol' days.
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