Going to my 30-year high school reunion on Saturday night wasn’t without drama.
I was hurtling up the Sydney to Newcastle expressway at around 5.45pm when my phone pinged with a message. I checked it 10-minutes later during a wee stop and realised it was from my old friend Megan and said: “We are leaving Waratah now [to pick you up from your mum’s house].
Except I wasn’t at my mum’s house, was I? Noooooo, I was on the freeway. And I’d mixed up the high school reunion being on November 7 with it STARTING at 7.
It was actually starting at 6pm.
Cue panic attack.
I eventually traced Megan to my mum’s couch, where she and another old friend, Megan, were catching up on the last 30 years of my mum’s life.
That’s Mee-gan and Meg-an.
They kindly agreed to remain on my mum’s couch until I could screech to a halt out the front, so we could enter the reunion as a united force. We were a teensy bit nervous about going to the reunion because we ran with the geek crowd at high school. Actually, we WERE the geek crowd … and most other people attending had been part of the cool or at least cool-ish crowd … or at least not weirdos.
Meg-an and I, in particular, were quite, quite weird.
Mee-gan shared the meme below with us post-reunion …
The reunion was at Kotara Bowling Club. Not the most salubrious of venues, but it had quite a few things going for it: proximity, not a bad chicken with cashews, cheap wine and a live band who launched enthusiastically into Dragon’s “April Sun in Cuba” not long after we arrived … which lead to me enjoying dinner and a show as lots of hammered middle-aged people (not my former fellow students, I hasten to add) got down on the dance floor.
I didn’t remember any of my former fellow students. OK, slight exaggeration. I didn’t remember many of them, even when their names were discreetly whispered in my ear by Mee-gan, who has a photographic memory for people we went to school with … and a higher IQ than me, as I discovered when I crept into the storeroom in year six at Bel-Air Primary School to check the test results because I HAD to know my official brain power after doing all those Mensa tests in Reader’s Digest.
I have a TERRIBLE memory, in addition to a non-Mensa IQ.
I did recognise Grant, mainly because I was scared of him at school because he and detention were such good friends.
Grant has grown into a lovely bloke who gave me a hug and attempted a chat over the ear-splitting music.
In fact, everyone was lovely.
But I am also totally hopeless at staying up late, so I called my dad at 9.30pm and asked him to come and pick me up … much like I did when I was in high school.
Here are some happy snaps from the night …
Did you go to your high school reunion? Enjoy it?
Song of the day: Dragon “April sun in Cuba”