And all I got was this piece of paper.
Can someone call the fashion police? I think it should be illegal to make people wear this shade of orange, even in 1988. And I can’t find any pictures
that I’m willing to post with the perm My Sainted Mama said would look soooo incredibly good.
You know. The poodle perm.
I remember that day being strangely anti-climactic. I somehow realized even then what I know as a fact now — it would be the last time that I’d ever see 99% of these people, even with reunions. There are some that I wonder about, especially the students that moved with me from elementary to jr. high to high school. Some of us met in the parking lot before or after rehearsal (c’mon, it’s been 20 years SURELY you don’t expect me to remember which??!!??) and I remember thinking that it was nice, but weird. One of the guys commented on said poodle perm. Something or other about the chemical smell. I wanted to whap him for that, don’t remember if I did or not. I did make him sniff my head, since it most CERTAINLY did not reek of ammonia.
When I run into former classmates in town, they all ask if I’ve heard anything about a reunion. (I haven’t.) Or they ask if I’ve seen so-and-so. (Um. No, again.)
Twenty years. Good lord I’m old.