This weekend I’ll be attending my 10-year high school reunion. You can imagine how excited I am for the part where former classmates say “What are you up to these days?” and I say “I’m blogging about how I have no friends!” Sweet.
But I’m actually pretty excited to return with some old pals to the place where all the magic happened. Many of my closest friendships were forged in those halls, and it will be extra like old times since I’ll be slumber partying with the same BFF I stayed with every weekend of my teen years. (Sans husband of course. I think some of my old classmates think I made Matt up, but it’s a lot to ask for him to fly from Chicago to sit around while I reminisce about Gospel Choir. Oh, did I not mention I was one of the presidents of the Gospel Choir my senior year? Fun fact.)
I’m not so far removed from high school that I’ve lost touch with the friends that really mattered to me—anyone who stands by you during the awkward high school years is worth holding onto—but I’m pretty excited about heading back Romy-and-Michele style and checking out what’s become of some of my classmates. And given that I went to a fairly artsy fartsy school where interpretive dance was seriously encouraged, I’m very much hoping—and sort of expecting—that the evening will end something like this (if you’re reading in an email or a feed you may need to click through to watch the video):
And though I’m not too worried about any pack of mean girls, I’m including this clip too. Because armed with my BFFs and a few glasses of wine, there’s no telling what I’ll do. And it made me laugh. And it’s Friday.
Did you go to your high school reunion? Were your old friends just as you left them or did everyone change? And are Romy and Michelle the best movie BFFs or what?