Last month I popped a few Xanax, hopped on a plane to New York City, took a shuttle to the ridiculously snotty and overpriced Greenwich, CT and went to my 20th reunion. High school...but if you were thinking college then shame on you!
Actually to clarify...I was class of 1990, but I only went to Greenwich High School for 2 years. My mother has a propensity for moving every few years, and although I was very happy living in Bucks County, Pennsylvania she decided it would be best to uproot me from my friends and plop me in the uber-exclusive community of Greenwich for my junior and senior years. Sooooo, I knew for sure that there were people I wanted to see going to class of '89 reunion and I went.
Here is some background of me in high school...when I started out at Greenwich I was preppy/skate-Betty girl. However, as my depression over my new local set in, I quickly was transformed into angry Gothic-girl. I wore all black, all the time, with a black leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders and combat boots. My hair was half-shaved, half purple, and I was completely stoned out of my mind ALL THE TIME! (don't worry, haven't touched the stuff in years and years) here's a pic:
I know, classy!
Here are the highlights from my trip:
I met up with my bestest friend from high school, Diana. We met at some hokey group for new kids. I guess it wasn't too hokey, though because we clicked and have stayed in touch since high school. I can't say enough about her.
Here is a picture of us back in 1990:
...and today ( I think we are way cuter now!)
One of the main reasons I decided to go is my friend Stuart. We were pretty good friends back in the day. I remember him as being really funny and a total wise-ass. He has not changed one bit.
His wife, Brecken had sent me a friend request on FB a while back with a note attached that said she had heard all about me and thought we'd get along.
Let me just say this: I have had a few friend requests from wives of male friends on FB. I always think it's weird when that happens and I've never met them and they just send a request with no note. So I always decline! I'm sorry, but it comes across as a bit of a cock-block (pardon my French). Have you seen my husband? He's pretty hot and keeps me laughing, so I'll keep mine and you can keep yours, OK?
I can't imagine sending a friend request to Keith's female friends who I don't know. UNLESS, like Brecken did, I thought we'd get along and in that case I would write a note along with the request.
Anyway, she was right and we hit it off instantly. I feel like I've known her forever and am bummed that she and Stuart live in South Carolina. Stuart and Keith are very similar and I know they'd get along as well. Brecken and I both know what it's like to feel a little bit afraid every time our husband opens his mouth!
Stuart & Brecken (like I said, he's a wise-ass)
Me & Brecken sharing a White Russian (did not need it whatsoever)
Me, Diana & Gregg (her hubby), Stu & Brecken
I also was lucky enough to have dinner with my friends from Fordham Univeristy. We went to the cutest place right on the Hudson River in Tarrytown, NY.
There's a back story to me and Fordham. I left after our sophomore year. I guess you could say that I was having a difficult time balancing my social and academic lives. Silly me to pick a small, Jesuit school! Anyway, these friends really put up with a lot from me, and I was so happy to see them again.
As far as the reunion itself, I stayed for about an hour! It was sooooooooooo high school I wanted to vomit. All the old cliques. Anyway, it really didn't matter.
I sometimes feel like my own memories of those days are clouded (maybe it's all that pot?). I tend to be really negative and harp on the fact that we moved and how hard it was to make friends. The thing is, I did make some good friends. Lasting friendships.
So, I guess that means I can stop blaming my mother for ruining my life, huh?
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