I didn't go to high school in Pleasantville, so I didn't know what to expect. What I did know was that a) L's Mom was happy to come babysit, b) I knew a surprisingly large number of people that were going, and c) I should probably wear high heels. I'm sure you can guess that the only downside was the latter. I missed my ten year reunion because we were in China at the time, so I figured that a woman in her thirties should live vicariously through her husband and make this one count.
There was a lot of this:
And not a lot of this:
It's been awhile since I've had a night out like we did last night. A woman in her thirties should probably preserve some dignity and NOT admit that I walked out of the reunion leading a group in chanting, 'TA-CO-BELL. TA-CO-BELL' (which was delicious at 1:00am, might I add). Instead, I will say that I woke up feeling less like a respectable woman in her thirties and more like a woman in her twenties who's just been hit by a bus of Keystone Light.
And then, as if by magic, a voice appeared above me, holding the baby monitor. 'Go back to sleep,' the voice said. 'I'll watch the baby.' But it wasn't a dream. It was real. And I realized as I waited for the Advil to kick in that I might not have known L in high school, and we might not have connected even if we did, but in a room last night full of people who have all gone their own way, I certainly found myself a catch.