For those of you who missed the party
celebrating the 30th anniversary of our high school
graduation, here's the skinny:
The hotel accommodations were boss.
The banquet room, decorated with splashes of blue and white balloons
and streamers, was too cool. The buffet was to die for.
The DJ played just the right mix of old and new songs.
Many showed they could still mash potato and twist,
and of course, we all did the traditional "stroll" line.
Subtract 30 pounds and the Clairol and you'd have Prom Night.
The Awards for most kids, longest married, etc. were a hoot.
Nancy, Steve, Iris, Linda and Gerry: you look like
you just stepped out of a time capsule!
It was a time to confess old crushes and reveal some dirty tricks.
For some it was a time to forgive and to close old wounds.
Those who came seeking just a few old friends
found they had many more than they remembered.
In a word it was, well, bitchin!
Some people left before I could say hello to them.
But I got your address from the Memory Book
and at least we'll exchange holiday greetings again.
Catch you in five years at the next reunion.
Until then, everybody, stay well...and safe.
