My class has had.. only one? maybe two? reunions in the 13 years since we’ve graduated high school. My entire graduating class was 32 people. (No, that’s not a misprint).
So when my boyfriend asked me if I would like to accompany him to his 25th year HS reunion, I really wanted to.. not just because I had never been to one, but because it would be interesting to hear all the stories about him. *grins*
So, it was over the weekend in Toledo, Ohio. And I had a blast. It was very interesting to meet so many people from his past, as well as share stories and realize that even though they were graduating high school at the same time I was graduating kindergarten, it’s really the same experiences spread over various years. There were the geeky kids, the jocks, the musical type, the slacker type… all who had their own stories and their own various things in life they had to struggle, fight through, and become the person they are today.
I have to admit it was a bit interesting dealing with… various people who, for one reason or another, think that the age difference matters one iota to us. When I was at the reunion, it was fun to tell the story, but it was even better knowing that we’re all adults, and once that happens, age isn’t anything but a reminder. Everyone was very sweet, pleasant, and very, very nice.
The rest of the weekend was spent meeting some of his family and learning more about our various pasts as well as each other. I highly suggest a hometown visit with your significant other at some point… it’s very fascinating, and very illuminating.
And now I even have reunion stories to tell.. and pictures to hide from on Facebook.
PS: Any hotel that shuts down a room party… then offers a lobby for the afterparty at 1:30am? Totally rocks. Thanks. 🙂