I’m really glad we have dentists. The fact that we all hate going to the dentist brings us onto common ground. When we want to express exactly how much we despise the idea of doing something, all we have to do is say, “I’d rather go to the dentist,” and then everyone knows to stop trying to get me to go play basketball.
This is essentially what I said when I was asked about attending my 20-year high school reunion (although I may have added something about certain places freezing over, and how many horses it would take to drag me). High school was a time of awkwardness, low self-esteem, and Arsenio Hall. I’m not seeing a lot of incentive to go down that particular lane of memories.
Then I found the Facebook page that the student council (or whoever it is that arranges such things) had created for the 1994 graduates. It was actually fun to see some of the old dance photos and read about what people are up to now. Even though it almost made the need for an actual in-person reunion completely unnecessary, this sparked in me a small interest in attending.
The next thing I know, Lois and I are at the reunion making conversation with my fellow 1994 Bruins and their spouses. There were quite a few graduates I was unacquainted with, which is not completely surprising considering that my graduating class was upwards of 700 people. Then there were also a good number who I had known since elementary school. Luckily for me, I didn't date much in high school and the girls I did date were either a year younger or older, or they went to a different high school altogether. So there was no awkwardness of having to run into any old flames. But I like to think that if there had been, they'd notice how hot my wife is and be adequately jealous.
Even though this was a Utah County reunion, arrangements had been made to work through some complicated Utah red tape so that those who wanted something a little stronger than Dr. Pepper could bring in their own booze. I took advantage of the available sodas, juice, and flavor syrups and sated my addiction with Dirty Dr. Peppers and Mango Mountain Dews.
If Lois was bored, she didn't show it and seemed to have a good time. But she did make it quite clear that this really didn't count as a date. I was glad to have her there with me, and since she is a vegan I felt justified in taking an extra portion of meat and dessert. Having a vegan wife does have a few advantages.
The program was simple and consisted mainly of mingling which was kind of the whole point, after all. We did have the obligatory slide show with era appropriate music in the background, and the former a capella choir sang. No one asked the band geeks to play anything, which was probably a good call, even though I wouldn't have minded an excuse to dust off my old saxophone. Oh well, maybe at the 30.
The old stereotypes had pretty well dissolved. Instead of cheerleaders, jocks, nerds and stoners, we just had one big group of happy Bruins. And nerds. It was pretty easy to talk to anyone there, whether we had known each other or not. And my Facebook friend count went from like 84 to 100, so that's pretty awesome too.
I asked Lois if she was going to want to attend her 20-year reunion. She didn't even have to think about it before saying no. But she did say that she hoped there would be a Facebook page so that she could find out what everyone is up to without having to actually interact with them. She still has a few years to change her mind, so we'll see. If nothing else, at least she'd be able to post pictures of the two of us together so that her old boyfriends can see what a hot husband she ended up with.