I’m happy to report that my 10-year reunion has come and passed.
And while I only went to the barbecue on Saturday afternoon (which was moved indoors because of the weather), that was clearly enough.
What a scene it was.
So much fake sentiment.
So much hyperbole about having married “the most wonderful man” or having “the happiest kids ever.”
So little excitement about the planned events.
So many generalizations (“Everyone lives in New York” or “Everyone has a kid,” for example).
And so much denial and excuse-making about why people hadn’t stayed in touch (the best one I was told: “Sometimes we just get so involved in our own lives”).
I suppose I should leave it at that, though I’m definitely tempted to write a more mocking and detail-filled recap of what went down.
Of course, not all was worth mocking.
The brownies were good.
And among the old friends I’ve lost touch with who were in attendance, there were some people I was genuinely happy to see and enjoyed speaking with.
But most importantly, the real reason I went to the reunion was to get a new umbrella, and on the way out, that’s exactly what I got. It made the whole two-hour experience totally worth it.
Hopefully this umbrella will last longer than my other one so I can skip the 15-year reunion altogether.