30 Years Later . . .

Saturday night was my 30-year high school reunion.

Shocking, I know; you thought 40 years, right?

I went to high school with a bunch of smashing knock-outs.

We gathered for a little pre-fun love at Denise's house . . .

. . . and then we headed to a bar in the hopping SoNo district where nobody took a photo until the end of the evening because we were all so busy yakking. Then Jill and Emmett got busy with their camera and for that I am eternally grateful since Mistah and I were woefully cameraless.

Somebody had the great idea to gather for a group photo . . .

. . . and I've got to say, I especially love the lit-up hands in front . . .

It was such a love fest in that room. Everybody looked great, and had a smile on their face, and had to scream to hear over everybody *else* screaming.

With my girl Kimmie.

Gail and Ann and Doreen and Nancy.

My girls Ann and Noelle. 
(I honesty don't remember my classmates all being such shrimps.)

Jimmy with, um, some classmate guys. 
(What? 30 years is a long time!) 

Laurie and Scott and Dennis.

Jill and Greg. I'm telling you people. This is a good-looking class.

Aki and Jane.

Jane and Peggy and Jill.

With my girl Jill.

Which reminds me of one of my very favorite parts of the night. We're the Norwalk High School Bears.  As every person in the room knew. And if we forgot, well, there a bear was, right on our name tags. What we didn't always remember was someone's name. Which was also on the name tag. Under the bear. In really small letters.

Everybody in the room was 48; nobody can see really small letters anymore. Especially in a dimly-lit bar. But by God, not one of us forgot we were the Bears.

But really, my favorite part of the night? My girls.

My fabulous, fantastic, gorgeous, awesome girls.

Yeah, the boys were pretty fun too.