My 10 year class reunion if you could call it that! (the reason why the previous post was so appropriate!)

This weekend was the weekend I had anticipated for a while now. I have no idea why. Why was I so concerned over what I looked like, or who showed up. I was not alone. I went with a couple girlfriends and we had a decent time, mostly together. We all had the same worries. You should have seen us getting out of the car. They had a table set up with name tags and our senior pic. Yeah! I did not RSVP so I did not have one! Woohoo!(My senior pic was horrible!) We walk in and there was maybe 25 classmates there. We all kind of stood around not wanting to make the first move. Some girls started walking around. These girls were the ones that never spoke a day in their high school career to me. " We are walking around breaking up the little clicks so we all can get to know each other" Insert my mouth dropping here! I thought why did they not do that 10 years ago. Well we all took turns answering the " what have you been doing for 10 years" question. Thank God for wine! Well soon most everyone had dissapeared and went in the house to watch the football game. Yes you read that right. The reunion was at a lakehouse about 45 minutes from where we graduated. It was set up nice with a lighted tent right on the water. There was great food, a radio for entertainment( I know laughing now). Those that stayed out at the tent seem to have a decent time. About 9:30 pm the game ended and those that were inside came out and started cleaning up our plates and drinks and pulled up the table cloths. " Oh, so and so is leaving and these are her table cloths." It was so tacky. Some people never change. Not that I expected them to. Well what was left of the group, gathered around the fire and had a great time catching up. That was the best part. I am glad I went. I am glad it over though. I am glad that I was one of the ones that showed despite how I felt about it. There were so many (that we knew) that came up with such lame excuses for not being there. It was just fear. Well there was nothing to fear and nothing to be worried about. My motto lately fits so appropriately here: " In the end,so much of it does not seem to matter" Here is a pic of the georgeous girls I went with this weekend! I am the blonde.