Except for the horrible hangover. And, Oh, my dog, you do not know how hung over I am. You don’t want to know.
My 20th HS reunion weekend was a blast. I learned that old friends always have a hold on your heart, some things never, ever change, and that I am far too old to stay up until 5 am.
Well, I can stay up until 5am, but I will definitely regret it. Especially when there was far too much alcohol involved AND I stayed up the next night until 3.30 am.
I will be paying for that for a while, I think. I still feel like hell on toast.
I loved seeing my friends (I’d post pictures, but I don’t think they want the evidence out on the internet). We laughed, we danced, we closed down several bars on B’ham’s Southside – and that was just Friday night.
There’s something surreal about reuniting with folks who knew you way back when. I remember when they were doofuses and now they’re doctors and lawyers and responsible members of society. They pay taxes, own houses, and have small children. (Hey! I pay taxes, own a house, and have a small child. What the hell happened? My inner 21-year-old strongly objects to this!)
I love my Playfriends, but there’s something special about really old friends. The Playfriends didn’t know me when I had braces or Bon Jovi hair. The trauma of adolescence bonds people in a permanent kind of way.
Some people brought their spouses, but most of us didn’t. I didn’t take the Geek. Personally, I can’t imagine what could be more boring for a spouse than hearing us talk about people they don’t know and things they didn’t do. And honestly, since my inner child really came out to play this weekend, I think having my husband along probably would have caused a cognitive dissonance that might have killed my buzz. (I love you DG, but there are some things you just don’t need to see. Or know about my past.)
Now Counselor Shelley dates back to those halcyon days. And I’m still in touch with a few others. Facebook brought me back in touch with many more. But jamming on the dance floor to an 80’s cover band with the same folks I was dancing with when those songs were fresh and new? Priceless.
So my hangover is nostalgic as well as painful.
I know some folks couldn’t care less about their reunions and have no desire to meet back up with their HS friends. Me? I’m hoping we can all get together again soon. But I’m going to bed much earlier next time. Definitely.
So, are you still in touch with your HS gang? Or are you all spread to the corners of the earth? Do you go to your reunions?