Let me start off by saying The Venue was billed as a nice banquet hall type place where wedding receptions and birthday parties etc. take place and the dress code was business casual/dressy.
The morning of the event one of the organizers posted a picture of signs to look for while driving on the class Facebook Group page. I glanced long enough to see a sign that said East Side Commercial Park and Self Storage as well as a sign that said BHS Class of 1995. Okay cool now I know what to look for although it's a little weird I'm heading to a Commercial Park by a Self Storage place. Tyson and I proceed to said destination pass the sign and start looking for a building call The Venue, we try a couple of different little side streets before I tell him I think we have to go into the Mini Storage place. His immediate response is "You're fucking kidding me right?". So I turn into the mini storage place and "Nope I'm not kidding this is it". Right next to Storage Building B were two glass doors leading into an "event hall". Tyson and I laughed in the car while texting/calling/snapchatting people to let them know.
In we go and of course there is not one person there I want to talk to, so Tyson and I kind of hang out by a small table covered in a white stretchy panty hose type material. FINALLY after checking out the old senior photo where I am sitting front and center giving the camera the middle finger on my lap people I like arrive.
The funny thing is a twenty year high school reunion is just like high school. The football players and their cheerleader wives all sat together getting way to drunk and dirty dancing to the really really lame ass music that wasn't even from the 90's. The drama club members sat together with their free spirits and their open minds, the 4H crew sat together wearing their cowboy boots, the high achievers gathered at one table, and then there were the trouble makers and the outcasts (that's me) at the very back table in the very far corner.
In short if they didn't talk to you in high school they are not going to talk to you in twenty years. You're still going to have fun with your friends (while everyone watches like you should act old since you're almost 40) and if you're like me you'll be one of the 10 people dancing while all the people in the room watch. (This is suppose to be fun people, make the best of it).
Other Highlights:
- The menu: grilled chicken (I could have gotten better in my kitchen...made by me), mixed (frozen) veggies, (instant) mashed potatoes, and a roll (that looked like a baked potato and was hard like one too).
- The music: Provided free of charge by a former class mate that (lives in his mom's basement and plays lame ass music no one knows) is a DJ.
- The gift bags: A class of 95 beer koozie and pen, a CD of 1995's billboard top 20 (not that great of a music selection to be honest), and two business cards for a classmate and her husband's businesses.
- The raffle prizes: Enough for everyone but but the time I got to the able I ended up with a sports mat bag (right for all the exercise I do) and a water bottle with a built in filter (actually pretty cool because it's like I can take my Brita with me). Other prizes included a Coach bag, wine and cheese gift basket, step on tool storage tool box, a candle and diffuser set, shirts, a wood cutting board, a Rachel Ray pot, etc. etc. etc.
- How People Looked: A lot of people looked exactly the same, some people looked old, and some people were completely unrecognizable.
- What People Wore: I have an idea in my mind of what business casual/dressy looks like. It does not include jeans, leggings worn as pants, or printed yoga pants. I think people read it as business, casual, dressy. Should've paid attention in high school assholes.
Kelli
first of all that last pic of your classmate - ew.
ReplyDeleteit's funny how even after 20yrs later, it's pretty much the same - you talk to those you talked to back then. i only talk to 2 people from my high school but we were friends from before high school (grade 7) and we're still very close. sure, i run into a few from high school here and there, we say hello, we go our separate ways....if we were true friends, we'd still be friends.
Is that a for real photo? That is HILARIOUS.
ReplyDeleteI talk to a shitload of people now that I never talked to in high school. We graduated with 750 people. It wasn't possible.
That's too bad that the groups don't break up at all, but I guess it makes sense. It's probably hard enough to make small talk with people you DID talk to in high school, so imagine trying to make small talk to someone you didn't talk to years ago and haven't talked to since. Where do you even begin? This year should be my 10 year reunion, but I doubt anyone will put one together. We barely raised enough money for our own prom back when we were still in school!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely photo...
OMG! That last picture, just no! My class was so big so it's impossible to know everyone but it is sad that they didn't mingle more.
ReplyDeleteThat last picture is disgusting and unbearably gross.
ReplyDeleteI graduated with a fairly large class and I have decided not to go to my reunion for some of the reasons you listed. Most people wouldn't know who I am anyway. They didn't in high school either so it's good nothing has changed.
Oh dear, the hair back. Eck.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had a good time! Totally weird that it was next to (or part of) the self-storage place. You're right, high school will always be high school and no one's gonna start inter-mingling. Oh well. Not that I'd want to anyways!