My 20th High School Reunion

I’m headed to my 20th high school reunion next week.

I was totally cool with it.  Saw it on Facebook, bought my tickets — tried to think of someone who would come.

A friend emailed, saying she was coming, and I started to get excited.

Then, I went to figure out what I would pack to wear.

{crickets}

O.M.G.  I’m going to see people who I haven’t SEEN for years.  In my head, I guess Facebook had made the “need for reunions” null.  I mean, I see people on Facebook — right?

But, Provo is a town, and an ideal that I left a LONG time ago.

I am just SO different than who I was back then.

But then, isn’t everyone?  I feel like we’ll all just step in time with who we were 20 years ago.

But we can’t, can we?

I knew I needed to blog about it — pull some curls, as it were.  I pulled out my old scrapbook to get some pictures to put on my little image.  Yes, we had a dance called GNIMOCEMOH (what’s it spelled backwards?).

I’m just saying THAT is what I left.

But, you probably left yours too.  Give me the skinny on YOUR 20th year reunion!