crap I'm old
I had all intentions on going...but the closer it got...the less thrilled I was at the concept.
So, I did what all HS kids do. Get their best friend to go, and catch up afterwards.
KemoSabe, was my best friend from my graduating class. I owe many things to him. He gave me my first guitar. He got me to run track & cross-country. A month after graduating, and I was clueless about what I was going to do for college, he drove me up to the big UW and paid my registration fee.
He was one of the two people I know, who had a plan in H.S. for career, and then did it. (The other is now a MedSchool Professor.) He is an urban planner. Yeah, I know, what kind of kid wants to do that? But he did. And along those lines, I have never known him to be lost, be it when we were on a training run in the woods or mountains, or driving around an unfamiliar city in a borrowed car. I trust him before MapQuest any day of the week, even if he was blindfolded.
I am very happy for his success, and look forward to hopefully soon meeting his cute 20 month old daughter. She (and her mommy) didn't go to the reunion because KemoSabe only had a 48 hour pass in town. (Stupid work!!!)
We chatted about our kids. Told birth-stories. Caught each other up on what our respective siblings were doing. We didn't talk about embarrassing high-school stuff. Not much about the reunion, except he told me, "a bunch of people say 'hi'."
While this was happening, Mr. Grunty and Miss Squeaky found a new, super fun game. Push-the-chairs-around-the-deck.
Posted by joncim at July 21, 2008 10:36 PM