This morning, on my train ride to work, I was thinking about the prospect of going to my high school reunion. And I got a bit nostalgic about seeing a few people who might be there, and excited at the prospect of wearing some fantastic shoes to show to the girl who used to make fun of my Birkenstocks and socks, and my now high-style Converse sneakers (that I am wearing today, and sadly have a hole in the bottom of them). Then when I got to work, I decided to check out the Calallen High Class of 1997 Web site, having decided in my nostalgia-fog that I was definitely going to go. The Web page pops up, and there are dates for the reunion. And I am filled with TERROR. Apparently, nostalgia only works when there's no actual potential for interaction with the Mean Girls. This might be me deciding not to go, as the terror has not waned. And I do actually have a valid excuse as I have to be in Texas for a wedding just two weeks before. So, is there anyone out there who actually regrets not going to their 10-year reunion? 3.28.2007
Reunited.
This morning, on my train ride to work, I was thinking about the prospect of going to my high school reunion. And I got a bit nostalgic about seeing a few people who might be there, and excited at the prospect of wearing some fantastic shoes to show to the girl who used to make fun of my Birkenstocks and socks, and my now high-style Converse sneakers (that I am wearing today, and sadly have a hole in the bottom of them). Then when I got to work, I decided to check out the Calallen High Class of 1997 Web site, having decided in my nostalgia-fog that I was definitely going to go. The Web page pops up, and there are dates for the reunion. And I am filled with TERROR. Apparently, nostalgia only works when there's no actual potential for interaction with the Mean Girls. This might be me deciding not to go, as the terror has not waned. And I do actually have a valid excuse as I have to be in Texas for a wedding just two weeks before. So, is there anyone out there who actually regrets not going to their 10-year reunion? 
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I didn't go. No regrets. But Brent talked like he wanted to go to his, AND make me go. Ugh. I refused and that was that. Although, if I had a choice, I would definitely go to someone else's class reunion over mine. I'd say, don't go, and instead fantasize about all the conversations you'd want to have, with foe and friend, and then, it'll all go perfectly and there will be no regrets about what was said and unsaid. :)
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