Oh No, Guadalajara Won’t Do Now

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007, 11:36 pm

As I drove home from Thanksgiving dinner at my folks’ house (very good, ate too much turkee, too much stuffing, too much cake) I put my iPod on shuffle and the song it picked out was Steely Dan’s "My Old School". A somewhat ironic choice, as tomorrow I’m going to my 20th high school reunion. Yeah, I know. Twenty freakin’ years. I guess everyone endures the same sense of disbelief when you hit milestones like this, and I’m no exception. The idea that more days have passed since I graduated than I lived prior to that day seems impossible. And yet, the calendar says that’s the case.

For me this isn’t quite the same trip down memory lane as it is for most people. I’m still friends with same guys I hung around with in high school–even those who moved away we see a few times a year and everyone picks up the thread without a hitch. Still keep in touch with the gang of gals I was friends with, and from time to time I bump into people in the grocery store. I live just up the road from where I grew up, play tennis on the same courts I did in school. I haven’t wandered too far afield. At least not yet.

Still, I’m sure tomorrow will be a fun and somewhat surreal night. I had a good time at our 5-year reunion–I got plastered. I had a good time at our 10-year reunion–I got plastered. I’m hoping to keep my alcohol consumption tomorrow in the "not make a total ass of myself" range. We’ll see how that goes. My friend Diana lives less than a mile away and offered to give me a lift, but that might’ve led to some complications for her. I can see us walking in together, everyone starts whispering, and some brave soul pulls her aside and says, "Diana, you married Gene Bromberg? Exactly when did your life go off the rails? I know a therapist…" I don’t think she needs that kind of aggravation. Actually, knowing Diana, she’d get a laugh out of it. She’s cruel like that.

I’ll probably catch a ride with my buddy Mark…wonder if he’ll take the BMW. I can pretend that it’s mine…reunions are like going to Vegas, right, lying about yourself is almost expected. When I got the first email about the reunion I wasn’t exactly geeked to go. I was recently divorced, even more recently unemployed, and I was in the middle of selling my house. The idea of having people ask, "So, Gene, what are you up to these days??" wasn’t very appealing. But that situation has stablized, so now my biggest regret is that I didn’t drop a few pounds before the reunion. Did I say a few? I meant a few dozen.

The reunion is informal, jeans are acceptable, and I think that’s the route I’m gonna go. Hey, I’m a blogger, for Chrissakes–there are days when I work in my underwear. The fact that I put on pants should show how seriously I’m taking this event. And they’ll be dressy jeans with some kind of fantabulous shirt, so I’ll look sharp and sleek and sophisticated, instead of fat and gross and just ewww.

Looking over the list there are a few people I haven’t seen for a long, long time that I’m looking forward to seeing. Also quite a few names that I don’t remember…at all. I wasn’t exactly Mr. Popularity back then, but I thought I had a handle on just about everyone I went to school with, even though our class was around 550 strong. And there are lots of names not on the list that I wish were, but people move away, and not everyone comes back to PIttsburgh for the holidays. I’m sure it’ll be a fun crowd. Especially if I drink too much. Which I’m not gonna do. Not this time.

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3 Responses to “Oh No, Guadalajara Won’t Do Now”

  1. cheer_dad Says:

    Enjoy your 20th reunion. Mine was last year, and I had a ball and “imbibed” quite a few drinks myself. Like you, I was a little apprehensive about the “what’s going on in your life?” questions and the extra tonnage I’ve tended to pick up over the years since high school. What I found was… a lot of folks just like me, living life, and rolling with the punches. Life’s a good thing, enjoy it. There’s only one rule in the game of life; before we started playing we had to agree at some point…to quit! So, all that “stuff” in between is what’s important.

    As always, thanks for taking the time to blog.

    Regards,

    cheer_dad

  2. AgSweep Says:

    Have fun. Be proud of what you have achieved. You write well enough that hundreds (perhaps thousands) of folks stop by on a regular basis to read your prose. How many folks stopped by every night during the summer to watch you work? You move with ease through a world they make television shows about. A high school reunion will be a piece of cake.

  3. Darcy Says:

    Amen to what AgSweep said. You are awesome! You should be quite proud of what you’ve achieved– I know I would be if I were you.

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