So I have decided that 2013 is going to be down right boring, because there is almost no way that it can top the speed and sheer velocity of events that 2012 has had....and we are only to Oct. 1st!!! Since January I have been to St. Louis a multitude of times, I was laid off, I have baked hundreds of cheesecakes, David had life changing surgeries, I almost lost David and I have been to more parties and events in the last 4 months than I have been to in the last 10 years. I would have to say though....it has been all for the good and along the way...while staying close to those I dearly love....I have also met new faces and gotten closer to some who have been there all along.
Yes...this is leading up to the big event of the weekend....my 30 year reunion. It was more fun than I have had in many...many...many years. I have to say that I had a pretty wonderful group of people to celebrate with. The funny thing was that when I started school in 1976...I really didn't like any of them!!!! Trust me....it was ME and not them. I had moved here from another town and had come off a horrible 7th grade year. No...lets say a non-existent 7th grade year. I had spent the better part of 6 months going in and out of the hospital missing school, family and life. I was sick and miserable and by the time they found out what my high fevers and horrid, constant flu-like symptoms were....I had missed too much of my 7th grade year to ever get caught up. (We lived in an oil town and they found out that I was highly allergic to the petroleum in the air. I still can't drive through the town without getting a horrid headache and nausea.) So when we moved to Mulvane...I was forced to do my 7th grade year over and I was older than most of my class. I felt as if it was beneath me to be going to school with these "little" kids. I was over that in about a week and today....I wouldn't trade these "little" kids for the world.
This weekend was for me the most relaxing and laid back time I have had in very long time. My class was never big on the fancy or pretentious. Fancy and pretentious are a lot of work and none of us ever wanted to work that hard! We were more the impromptu kegger people than the dress up and party type, so we decided early on to make this event simple and for the most part.....easy. Friday night we began with a trip back to the high school football field to watch the homecoming game against one of our bigger rivals....Rose Hill. The game was good (we won!) and we got to enjoy all the improvements made to the field. After the game we went to the home town bar (I tell you...we are an easy to please group). Some who were not going to be able to make it Saturday showed up Friday and some of them even ended up coming out Saturday too. Most of us closed the bar down and we had a great time.
Saturday we had a bbq catered by.....the class!!! One of my classmates offered her house and land for the party. Another classmate offered her husbands skills with a smoker and bbq and the rest of us filled in with side dishes and desserts. We had a dj, a fire pit and perfect weather. We couldn't have asked for anything more. We decorated with memorabilia that classmates had saved through the years and the memories were in place. We ate, we laughed, we danced and we had a wonderful time. I think it was decided that in all about 50-60 out of our class of 120 showed up for at least one or all the events. We also had teachers there! It was amazing to be able to talk to someone who early in his life and career made such a huge impact on who you are today. We had some awesome teachers! It is also a little strange talking to these teachers as your peers rather than your teachers....even at our age. Sorry folks but forever to me...they will have Mr. or Mrs. in front of their names for in my opinion that is the respect they earned.
I was a little uncharacteristic this weekend for I did a lot of dancing...not good dancing...but dancing none the less (I am not a dancer). I just didn't care..it was fun and the jello shots could have possibly been a factor too. I laughed until I hurt and I talked until I was hoarse. There was video for those classmates who couldn't attend but keep in touch through facebook and there were pictures...lots and lots and lots of pictures. There were also a couple of people who asked me the all important question...."Is there going to be a blog about this?"
After not making it home before 2:30 a.m. both Friday and Saturday night...you could imagine my amazement when I was awake before 7 a.m. on Sunday. I headed back out to the scene of the
You know, to most everyone there this weekend...it was a really fun time, but to me...it was a little more. It was a coming together of people I had spent time with day in and day out for years. We weren't all close growing up (we had our cliques) but like most small town schools...we all knew each other. We walked the same halls, had the same classes and for the most part shared the experience of growing up in Mulvane. Our memories of teachers, incidents and each other are unique to us..... and what I realized is that I missed these people for better or worse. This weekend for me, was also a time that made even the worst times of this year and beyond.....become only flickering moments in the really big picture. No matter how hard times get...there will on occasion be weekends like this...filled with good friends and great fun...and lots of great memories.....and somehow these times always make the difficult ones much easier to deal with.
It was a great weekend and one that will likely take me the better part of a week to recover from...but well worth every second. Now it's back to the real world and life...and who knows...maybe even some new events on the horizon?! And in answer to the all important question.....of course there was a blog!