I danced the night away, closing down the first night’s party at 4 a.m., with a few of my sorority sisters and fraternity pals swirling around nearby.
Not bad for a gal who hasn’t stayed up that late in more than a decade!
I was so proud of that crazy accomplishment – I told everyone – and when Sigma Nu’s undisputed King of Late Night Partying anointed me “best dancer,” I beamed all weekend long.
Looking at the older reunion classes, I knew the day would come when staying up till 4 a.m. would be out of the question. The first 25 years, gone by so fast! Our 50th reunion will be here tomorrow. Better to dance now, while we can.
And the serious questions I mulled over in my earlier blog post? When they came up, they led to interesting discussions, just as they always do.
Even “the titans of industry” from my class reached out, offering great business advice when I asked their thoughts. One old pal invited me to meet him at the Capitol Hill Club, also known as the National Republican Club. I laughed, telling him that if I happened to see a Republican Senator there, I might just button hole him to talk about TSCA reform. And he smiled, saying, “That’s okay, Lynn Anne.”
That’s what old friends and reunions are for. Reconnecting. Reminiscing. Reflecting.
And partying like it’s 1999.
If you can go to your reunion, go.
Unfortunately, concerns left many of our classmates at home. As one high school classmate put it, “I heard the same excuses over and over again. I’ve gained weight. I got divorced. I was laid off. I’m bald.”
“Hey,” he laughed with a dismissive wave of his hand, “We all have!”
Or, as I put it, “Or at least, one out of the four!”
Life can be hard at times. But the party goes on. We’re still here, and that’s worth celebrating.
So go back to your reunion. And if you go, be sure to let me know what it was like!
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