Life of Wry

Yep.  Jim’s 40th high school reunion.

Had a very nice time.  Met a lot of people from Jim’s past, a past that didn’t include me, so that was really interesting, enlightening and fascinating, even.  Like going back in time to get to know better someone you already know well.

So easy to go to somebody else’s reunion.  So fun not to know a soul.  No pressure, no anxiety.  I was just a spouse, so could happily and eagerly meet people with no worries, no background, no baggage, no future. Just the sparkly spouse.  Never minded standing by myself (which didn’t happen often, but like when they all gathered to take a group picture (Jim’s second row, sorta 3rd from left, woman’s arm on his shoulder)…

…or when Jim went off to dance with his sister’s husband’s sister, who was in his class (who knew? everyone in the family but me, apparently, and it was so nice to meet her finally)).

Never said no to servers wandering around with plates of tantalizing appetizers, kept a full wine glass, had some very fun conversations with people who ranged from short order cook (who doubled as a musician) to swim coach (yes, got some great advice) to hospital chief of staff. Enjoyed a few sets of totally recognizable rock music–except that one Byrds’ song–performed with hilariously wonderful energy by a band comprising class-of-’71 kids that the entire crowd knew and loved, whose members had known one another since kindergarten days. How great is all that?

Really great, as it turns out.