I had the honor of attending my wife’s reunion as her Pleasanton High School class was celebrating 25 years.
Sounds like a long time, but sadly, I won’t tell you when my next reunion is and how long we will be celebrating.
I did know some of the people at this reunion and only because I had lived in Pleasanton for most of my life.
Although, when my wife was a freshman in high school, I was already an upper classman.
Though we were friends back then, we essentially reconnected as adults later in life, which brings us to now.
I made the mistake of posting on Facebook what I was doing and of course, all of my classmates began to banter back with their clever musings, as if we still were making fun of these once, so called “Fish”.
It wasn’t mean at all, but funny to see that, in a sense, we were still somehow connected, through Facebook.
I was impressed that this 25-year reunion was successful in that the group that came together, really had fun – as well as me.
It was a clever way to sneak in a 25-year reunion before the start of school and also hold the party at a place that was once a venue for music lovers in the 80s that became a staple hangout for youngsters.
Though at the time, I’m sure there were all kinds of rules broken, and by today’s standards, these places would be on the chopping block if high school students were hanging out.
It was a great time for this small group and it turned out to be a good time for all.
But for now, when my reunion comes up next in a couple of years, my wife will have to endure my class.
Oh, I feel for her. We were the worst class ever (from what I’m told).
But we all get along and it makes for a good time. She will have a blast with us, just like I had a blast.
It all brings back old memories but at the same time, you make new memories for all the newfound fun.
And the bad part – all the photos being posted on Facebook now.
Maybe it was way, too much fun.