Rhiannon and I felt very pleased with how the weekend came together after a year of planning. I think if you asked anyone who attended the weekend's festivities, they'd tell you that it was great fun. Surreal, but fun.
Like most things in my life, there were the few cliche moments. A reunion would not be a reunion without some disclosure from classmates about traumas of the past, confessions of secret crushes, and at least one classmate dancing on a table lifting her skirt for the class of '95 to see, but it wasn't me...sorry.
Because I was the reunion master and planned such a kick-ass reunion, I was granted the honor of using the RRHS Roughrider mug. All night long, my classmates would fill my mug up with any beverage of my choice. They showed a little appreciation in the liquid form.
Even though I did my very best to compete for the DANCING MACHINE award, I was beat out by my friend Wes. I just couldn't match up to his memorized routine to Britney Spears's "Oops! I Did It Again!". Very impressive. Robert, the DJ and our classmate, did an outstanding job because everytime I asked for a ridiculous request like "PYT" by Michael Jackson, his response was "Whatever you want, Sara."
I am not sure why this happens, but I never seem to get to the food at the parties that I organize. Friday night, we had all my favorites at The Blue Moose Bar and Grill, yet I was too busy yacking for me to dip into a little spinach con queso.
Early in the weekend, we stopped by the school to visit our former choir teacher. He shared that at our ten year reunion, we'd love the people that we loved in high school and hate the people we hated in high school. That was depressing because it went against everything that I wanted the reunion to be about. It also made me feel like, "Shoot, people will still hate me." AH! Where are these crazy, teenage insecurities coming from! I haven't seen them in ten years! Thankfully, I regained my optimistic self and refused to let that prophecy come true. If I didn't want anyone judging me by an old, misunderstood standard, then I would not judge anyone by those stale standards.
My plan worked out perfectly. The one thing that I enjoyed more than anything else was talking with people that I did not socialize with in high school and chatting with people that I have not seen for years. A ten year class reunion would not be complete without an ex-boyfriend. Thankfully, I chose so wisely in high school, my ex-boyfriends are still the coolest ex-boyfriends around.
My flashback of the night came many times when at least four men in my class decided to share their secret crushes from high school with me. Unlike high school, they did not request that I go see if these girls "like them more than a friend". AND! I was aloud to laugh outloud at their secret passions, where as, in high school, I would just have to go along with it. I am not sure what it is about me that makes men/boys do this through the years, but I am glad to see that somethings never change.
Unfortunately, I did not discover the identity of my secret blog reader, even though I discussed this blog with several people. I thought for sure it had to be one of these two girls. I approached each of them and they had no idea what I was talking about. So, the mystery remains. I might have to wait another ten years to discover this class of 1995 reader!