Who doesn’t
want to look great for their 20-year High School Reunion?
I have had
months to plan (ok, 20 years- we’ve known this day was coming, right?) So, less
than a week away, I had hoped to have lost ten pounds, perfect highlights in my
hair, a beautiful manicure, and an even tan. Of course, finding just the right
dress was the most important of all. Instead, I have gained five pounds, am
sporting about 50 Shades of Brass in my ‘do, have grown-out, chipped nails and
four different tan lines. After dragging my poor children through the mall for
hours, becoming increasingly depressed in each fitting room, I came home empty
handed.
Last night I
dreamt one of my front teeth fell out, leaving a gaping hole in my smile.
According to a good friend, this “could suggest there is a fear of getting old
and undesirable.” Ya think? One of the stores I unsuccessfully shopped in was
Forever 21. It was a busy place. Guess I’m not the only one trying to hold on
to my youth.
As we
entered the 300th store in our shopping venture, my daughter began
to whine, “Not another one!” Exhausted and frustrated, I spun around on my
heels and pointed my finger at her. “This shopping trip is not about you. Quit
being so selfish.” I immediately became aware of the three fingers pointing back
at me. And the trip to Tennessee is not
all about you, Libby. No one cares what I wear, how my hair looks, or even
if I possess all of my teeth. Evidently, going home brings out the kid in me –
the egocentric, selfish one.
On the way
home, I reminded myself of the real reasons I am so excited about this reunion-
reconnecting with incredible friends, some I have known since kindergarten,
meeting their families, reliving old memories and creating new ones. Our 10-year
reunion was a blast! Honestly, I don’t recall what anyone was wearing. What I
do remember is talking, laughing, and bustin’ all kinds of moves on the dance
floor with an awesome group of people.
After my
little temper tantrum and eventual revelation in the mall, I decided to make do
with whatever is in my closet. I did find a couple of things that could work –
as long as I stand in one place all night without moving or breathing. Sigh…
Well, Vanessa has assured me I am welcome to shop in her closet. It’s
comforting to know that even after 20 years, some things never change. Thank
you sweet friend!
I’m still not
certain what I will be wearing to my reunion. However, there is one thing I am
sure I will have on… a SMILE (that, at the moment, contains all of my pearly
whites)!
MCHS Class of '92, I can't wait to see you!!
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