The Reunion

I spent hours agonizing over what I should wear to the reunion. Really. I honestly thought, having had 8 months to get ready for it, that I would lose a few pounds, look fab, wear a stunning outfit and wow everyone. Seriously folks, did anyone else think the same?

Hahahahaha...let's see, I didn't lose weight or wow anyone. But hey, I could still wear a nice outfit and have great hair, right? (If your hairdresser doesn't get scissor happy the week before.)

I think it was 106 degrees as I walked from the car, to the resort. I could feel trickles of sweat beneath my hair. Any minute my smooth locks would be sticking to my head or curling up. I needed to get inside to air conditioning quick. My fab heels weren't helping, especially up 2 flights of stairs.

A handful of people were taking photos outside. Not wanting to remain in the heat any longer, I kept my gaze for the door so as not to make eye contact with someone I might recognize.

The moment finally arrived. I was amongst my peers-the class of 1980. But who were these people standing around? I didn't see any of my former classmates, just a bunch of older folks. Holy cow! I didn't recognize a single one of them. And I don't believe they recognized the sweaty lady, who was more than a few pounds heavier, straight red hair instead of tight blonde curls.

It's a good thing we were given name tags with our senior photo attached. Straining my eyes hoping for a glimmer of recollection to the mored aged faces, I was left with the belief that maybe we could qualify for the senior discount.