Somehow, the Roy High School Class of '98, 10 year reunion planners are finding me. I don't really mind, but how did they get my cell number??
It's crazy, and fun, and not fun to think of everything I've done, seen and been through in the past 10 years. I remember at our senior party (that almost got cancelled because of our massive food fight in the school cafeteria a couple days before) talking to everyone about staying friends forever. And that we were the graduating class that would keep in contact and have monthly dinner parties and play dates once we started having kids. We swore to all our guy friends that we'd be faithful writers while they served their missions, and I think alot of us girls thought we'd marry some of them when they came home. I remember having "serious" talks with some of my close guy friends about how our future spouses would have to accept that we were super tight and would remain that way forever...And now, I have 1 friend from high school that I'm in regular contact with...whatever regular means, (texting or talking about once a week, and lunch every couple weeks is regular, right?) and a handful of others that I see or talk to every 2 to 6 months. And 1 or 2 others that I get a yearly update from, usually a mass Christmas email. I think my really tight group of 15-20 people has had 2 of those "monthly dinner parties" in the past 10 years, but I bet that's more than most.
I also remember thinking I'd only go to the 10 year reunion if I was married, and I was sure I would be...I never made a plan for if I was divorced. Then, a couple years ago I remember thinking I'd only go if I was single.
Well, here we are. Just a few short months away. And, as I expected, life has gone nothing like I expected.
I really did have some pretty amazing high school years, and when I do randomly run into old Roy High Alum its really fun to catch up.
So I guess the reunion might be fun...or I might be on an unexpected business trip to South America or something...I'll probably decide the day of...depending on what my hair looks like...