As much as I hate to admit it, I am a bit nervous about this weekend. My 40th high school reunion happens Saturday.
So far, only about 50 classmates are attending out of a class of 940. Many of the people I would be more nervous seeing aren't going. I guess that's a good thing.
What am I hoping to bring back from all of this? I'm not sure. There really isn't anything that needs "closure". I have no need to say things to anyone I wish I had said forty years ago. Except maybe a couple of "Just thought you'd like to know that I had a crush on you in junior high and high school!" It's doubtful I will have the bravura to do that even now.
I will be taking a lot of photos, at least that is the plan. I have promised to do that on the reunion website, then make available a DVD slide show shortly thereafter. The picture taking will make it easier for me to assimilate into this gathering; put me more at ease. Of course, I'll drop a few shots into this blog next week and write a few lines about the whole experience.
I did attend the 20th and 35th reunions, so I'm no stranger to the environment. This time it's a bit more casual and relaxed. No tie, no suit for me. I didn't really do a lot of chatting with folks at the other two reunions. This time may be different since it promises to be a more "intimate" gathering of enthusiastic supporters.
I must go now and iron a couple of tropical shirts and my "cargo" shorts. Gotta look somewhat respectable for my old classmates.
I just hope I remember to check my zipper before making the grand entrance! Beyond that...I not that concerned about what else happens.