5 years prior: Why would I ever go to my High School reunion? I wasn’t anything special in high school, why would I need to go back and surround myself with all these people who don’t really care about me? I know the close friendships I made will continue after school, so I don’t think I need to go to my reunion. Plus there’s always Facebook to tell me who’s doing what, who got pregnant, who got hot, etc.
1 year prior: Now that I’m moving back home, a part of me wants to go to my reunion. I’m suddenly more sentimental about it all, and it might be cool to see some of these faces I haven’t seen in years. And besides, I’m way more confident now (and let’s be honest… prettier, funnier, cooler… modest?) than I was in high school. It’d be fun to go into that room and rock it.
A few weeks prior: Okay let’s check this Facebook event invite… Who said attending? Oh my God who are these names? I’ve never seen that face before. Wait I remember him! I haven’t thought about him in years. Oh and she’s going, yay! Oh great, my ex and his fiancee are going. What should I wear?
Morning of: (Group text) You guys where are we pregaming tonight? We absolutely cannot show up sober to this thing.
5:47 pm: Perfect. Black jeans, black booties, black loose tank, black leather jacket. Killin’ it.
6:13 pm: Remind me why we’re going to this? What do I say when people ask what I’m doing – do I tell the truth? I live at home and I have an internship in advertising that pays me shit. Whatever who cares, no one’s made it big yet anyway, right?
6:51 pm: (At the pregame) This playlist I made has all our favorite jams from high school. Anyone in the mood for a little Cyclone by Baby Bash?
8:03 pm: I guess we’re going to this thing. Lemme take one more shot quick before I get in the Uber.
8:27 pm: Holyyyy shit. This is super weird. I am looking at a sea of faces that I haven’t seen in years. My eyes don’t even know where to land — they keep hopping from person to person with ‘aha’ moments of ‘Oh my gosh you!’ and I don’t know how to react. Where’s the bar?
8:36 pm: I definitely didn’t go to school with him. Who is that? WHAT!? Oh my God he’s tall and built and crazy attractive now. Didn’t he used to wear glasses and was half my height?
8:55 pm: After a few conversations I’m quickly learning that everyone is in the same boat — fresh out of college, in a so-so job that they hope will take them to the next level, and overwhelmingly residing at their parents house. Thank God.
9:18 pm: Let’s see how many of my high school exes I can say hi to.
9:36 pm: I just had the best conversation with a person I never thought I would see again — or at least haven’t thought about since the day we graduated high school. I didn’t think we had anything in common in school, but I loved having a genuine conversation with her and she’s awesome and I wanna be friends. I hope she wants to be my friend too!
10:02 pm: Dammit. This guy has been talking to me for a couple of minutes now and I literally cannot remember his name for the life of me. I wonder if he’s caught on yet.
10:27 pm: Looking around the room, I am super proud of us as a class. Everyone’s mixing it up — there aren’t groups or cliques of people standing in the corner all talking to just their friends, everyone seems to be mingling with people outside of their normal comfort zone. Speaking of which, I have hardly seen my friends all night, where are they?
10:55 pm: I guess the crew is bar hopping to the next place now. This has been fun, and I’m really happy I came. And I can’t believe I genuinely had a good time. Until next time, folks!