Hey! Let’s go on a book tour…and add relatives, and people we haven’t seen or kept track of in years and years. Won’t that be fun?
First Stop: A Texas High School Reunion. (Go Eagles!!)
Now, I’m sure many of you have attended your mate’s/partner’s/good friend’s soirees in which you didn’t know a soul besides the bartender, and that was only because you stood, yakking at the bar all evening and tipped him for listening.
So follow these dandy tips to really enjoy this type of shindig.
- DON’T WORRY ABOUT A THING. Everybody has been crammed through the AGE Machine. They’ve been cleverly disguised in layers of lasagna, worry, and hair dyes. Participants aren’t sure who’s the alum and who’s the spouse. Hide your name tag, and tell yourself, you can be anybody you want to be. Try out a few alternate personalities.
2) HAVE A PLAN. My plan was to talk to anyone sitting alone and photo-bomb as many pictures as I could. Two photographers had been hired to mill through the crowd getting as many “casual” photos as possible of the alums. So using the advice of Rule #1, I tried out my Kim Kardashian personality and stuck my head into every group photo I was close to. Often I dragged whoever I was talking to into the photo also. (Remember in high school only the cool kids made it into casual pics throughout the yearbook?) HA.HA. Well me and my “I-only-had-one-picture-in-the-yearbook” new-friends made it into many photos this time. (I snagged 10 all by myself and I’m sure the Reunion Planners are saying to themselves right now, “Who in the heck is this? Was that Betty Lukas? “No, I think it was Krissy Bell.”)
3) DON’T FOLLOW ALL THE RULES. Oh, good grief, you didn’t follow the rules in high school, so why are you acting like an old fart and doing what you’re told now? Remember, you can legally drink now (but your liver may tell you otherwise). But wait a minute….maybe you were one of those kids who DID follow the rules? Well, remember RULE #1: You can be anyone you want to be. So let loose a little. Ask somebody you don’t know to dance. Start a card game in the corner. Talk someone into doing karaoke with you.
4) HAVE OTHER PLANS BESIDES JUST THE REUNION. Seeing people you haven’t kept up with or even exchanged a Christmas card with is fun for a little while, but don’t make it the center point of your excursion. Dallas Cowboy’s reunion was a hoot, but if it had turned out to be a flop we still had these exquisite adventures to bookmark our memories.
Dallas Cowboy Fan and I visited the concrete wonder that is Dallas. Most of the time we found ourselves parked on the LBJ Freeway amazed at the modern art called, Our Interstate Highway System, and we learned the interesting hand signals Texans use to communicate with each other.
Dallas Cowboy Fan affectionately named our little rental, Gutless. It had the pick-up-and-go of a wisk broom and was quite a joy because it often earned us a few hand signals.
The little Kia Rio made it into EAST Texas and every Sonic Drive-In along the highway.
So…it’s true. You can have great memories of a high school reunion, or any party where you don’t know anyone.
Just remember…for the upcoming year…
What a great attitude! Now if I can only hold that thought. “I can be eho I want to be.” 😀
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I thought you already were who you was to be. You’re fine like you are.
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Fun blog! I like your sense of humor, too, Barb. Right up my alley! I can just see you photobombing all those shots. Yearbook revenge! So do you like the Rio? Just today I thought about getting a used one.
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So lovely to meet you. I wasn’t crazy about the Rio. It sits too low for me. I felt like a needed a crane to be pulled out of it each time. Thanks for stopping by. I’m glad to meet you.
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Thanks for that, Barb. I already feel like I need a crane to get out of certain furniture, so that nixes the Rio for me! And very nice to meet you too.
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Loved this one because I’ve been there and you made it funny. I’m disappointed that you didn’t roller skate in your Sonic job–just for a photo. Glad to see what’s left of the Kaufman Poor Farm and Kilgore’s oil derricks. You got it, girl.
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Myra, I thought of you with every road sign and wondered if I was reading one that you wrote. We probably stopped at 20 Sonics throughout the southwest and ONLY ONE had an attendant on roller skates. Yes, I was disappointed, but so thrilled when I found one, I ordered twice, just so I could watch him skate around. It was cool!!!
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Barb, I love that you thought of me at those marker signs. I wrote them for over six years and loved doing it. Trouble is, I can’t remember if I told a Texas story on a marker, in an article, or in a book. It absolutely is not age that is causing me to forget. It’s volume.
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That’s okay. Each time I read a Texas road sign, I pretended it was written by you. That was actually quite satisfying 🙂
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My husband hates reunions and never goes. I worked at the law school he went to, so I’d have a blast, but he won’t go.
So thanks for taking me along on yours!
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Oh, Elyse. You and I should go to your hubby’s reunions. We’d have a blast. We could make up all kinds of stories.
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We WOULD have a blast! I love reunions and try to go to all of mine. One of the best nights of my life was at my 20th: https://fiftyfourandahalf.com/2011/10/09/comes-around/
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This is absolutely one of the best stories I’ve heard. I think you need to run it every year at reunion time. The world needs to know that what we put out there comes back to us….one way or another.
You’re the best!
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Can I admit that this is one of the best stories of my life? It’s true. Since writing this, I’ve been led to the conclusion that Tommy had a grammar school crush on me. Maybe. But he certainly didn’t endear himself to me in those years!
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I loved this so much! I’ll never have to do it myself, but feel a bit of this every time I attend hubby’s Christmas work parties. It was this past Saturday and we were one of the mad ones who closed the hotel bar at 5:30 am. At that point EVERYONE knew who I was, but I still had fun!
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WHOOOO HOOO YOu go girl. Now that’s the way to have fun. (I would’ve been sleeping on the bar…I can’t stay up like I used to….but at least I would’ve still been at the party. Would that count?)
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What a great list! I like the photo bombing one, especially!
My significant other and I went to the same High School, so attended our 25th reunion together. One of my High School girlfriends, Christa, latched onto my husbands arm early in the evening. She gushed and fawned over him for some time before even looking at me with a stare that said she didn’t have a clue who I was, and perhaps I should leave… I thought, ‘You can take that girl out of High School, but you can’t take High School out of that girl!”
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What? Was she husband shopping? Did you ask her questions like: Oh, hey, I remember the time you stole your parents’ alcohol and got caught. Didn’t they take your fake ID away for six weeks?” or “Hey, I remember when you used to shout out the wrong answer in math with such confidence. Ah…good times. Good times.
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This is a terrifically entertaining idea.
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Yes..you’ll never look at nametags the same way, will you? Now you’ll be wondering if the grocery checker’s name is really Dave. Good luck learning how to photo bomb pictures. It’s harder than I thought it would be.
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My hubby and I graduated the same year from the same school, so all reunions are “ours.” Not that we’ve attended many of them. We went to the thirtieth, I think it was, and I kinda had to drag him kicking and screaming to that one. We had a blast, except for all of the people there were so damned old. We skipped our fiftieth, because we figured “they” would be even older. Maybe we’ll go to our 60th if we’re still around. And maybe not…
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Isn’t that amazing???? My husband kept saying, “Who ARE these old people?” Of course, he hadn’t changed a bit.
Hahahaha……”Sure, dear….not a bit.”
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You’ve described a reunion to a tee. And it provided you with such rich material to share with us. Thanks.
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I thin the best part of reunions is that age is a great leveling device. Wrinkles, fat layers, and bad knees eventually catch up to all of us.
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Great post, Barb . . . attitude (and lassitude) is everything! But I’m still not interested in attending my next high school reunion. Or BFF’s. 😀
Love the modern art shot of the freeway.
Fast Food + Slow Traffic Snarls = Perfect Together!
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Aw….c’mon with your sense of humor, you could write a HOOT of a blog about your reunion. Besides one guy I danced with was sooooo thankful. Said this was the first High School dance he’d been to. It had only taken 50 years for him to get up the nerve to go…and he never thought he’d dance.
On we all go…livin’ large, heh?
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Yes! Wallflowers we are NOT!
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Love your posts! And I love your approach to the reunion. I trust there is more to come. Like relatives, and the book tour. That photo of the poor farm – is that a photo of the house where you grew up? No wonder you are such a resilient and deep woman. You survived!!
Happy holidays, my dear. I love that you understand that you are in charge of your own happiness. May you allow yourself great armfuls of it! Love, Roxie
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The house was the Overseer’s house at the county poor farm. Back in the 20s each county in TX had a poor farm for the indigent and mentally ill. I went there to collect information. I had a heck of a time finding the place. All of the buildings had rotted away. Only the overseer’s galvanized home had been preserved and padlocked shut. I couldn’t even find the potter’s cemetery. The whole search was a bust, but I thought it was interesting that a few counties over, the richest oil find in the U.S. existed. It’s a boom and bust world.
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It should be a law that everybody who’s still alive should have to go to their 50th high school reunion. Only then will we truly understand evolution. I first realized this when I went up to a lady whom I couldn’t quite place. Her name tag said Christina, but I quickly realized it was Kenneth who was on the men’s track team with me. True story. Long live Darwin!
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That’s a great story. And what great courage Christina had for “coming out” to her reunion buddies. Indeed, may our courage and understanding continue to evolve.
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So far I have avoided all reunions. And intend to keep that record perfect. I didn’t enjoy my school years and don’t want to revisit them. And the smaller portion liked his even less (and is marginally more anti-social).
Name tags? I like to live dangerously there and choose at random. And I don’t let gender get in my way either.
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Oooooooh! Me, too. You and I are kindred spirits. At work, I try to wear other people’s name tags. I think it’s hilarious. And if someone complains or expresses compliments to the manager, the manager is always squinting at them and scratching her head because that person wasn’t even working that day.
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Oh my Barb! You always make me smile and laugh. I would have loved to have seen you in a sexy outfit with a long blonde wig. Of course, it would be even better if you’d had several outfits and a red, brunette and dark-haired wigs as well to do quick changes and re-enter! Would have had all those people confused! Of course, hubby may have opted to pretend to not know you!
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Oh, Rose, wouldn’t that have been great? I have to admit, Dallas Cowboy Fan was always looking for me, and I was usually thinking up ways to get into trouble. (I disavow any knowledge of who disconnected the bass guitar during the worst undanceable rendition of Pretty Woman anyone has ever heard. )
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Good one! Makes me want to go to someone’s reunion!
Mary Jean R.
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No Problem, MJ. You can go to my reunion for me. Now THAT would be a hoot.
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