High School Reunion

I have never been to a high school reunion. When my family moved in February of my senior year, I switched schools to one I barely remember. I don't receive invitations to its reunion and sometimes have trouble recalling its name. I don't dwell on my lack of opportunity to get together with people I liked/didn't like/never thought about, but occassionally I wonder what I'm missing. I satisfied my curiosity last Friday. I attended the annual April Fool's Day reunion of former employees of the American Soybean Association. I don't usually go to the event, but I realized this year marks the 20th anniversary of my heave-ho from the good ship Soybean. (The organization was floundering, and it was jump or get pushed for many of us. I was pushed.) When my invite to the get-together arrived, I pushed it around the kitchen table for the better part of a week, sort of like I would if it were a high school reunion and I'd forgotten to lose 20 pounds. The afternoon of the event, I mentally committed to go. As soon as Big Guy walked in the door from work, I began preparing to leave. Then the calendar caught my eye--I was one day early. I am so not reunion material. I waited another 24 hours and once again I was reunion bound. Only I went to the wrong place. I called home; Birdie read the address; I finally arrived at the right place on the right date. Once there, I had a good time. I discovered the passage of time mellows everything, especially me. It helped that the obnoxious ones weren't there. Not that I remember who they are/were. So thanks, Great Scott, Timekeeper, Econ Guy and LA Girl for getting me there. Birthday Girl, CiCi, 9 Lives and A3G: I won't let another 20 years go by. Now I have my heart set on a prom. I never did one of those, either. I want the long dress, the corsage, the limo and Big Guy in a tux.