This past weekend was my husband’s 55th high school reunion. You can do the math. The age of the attendees hovered around 72. We were there. I brought down the average age to 70. It was the best I could do.
At this stage we have eliminated the folks who don’t like to drive at night or eat after 4 p.m. I was surprised that there were no walkers or wheelchairs so those folks didn’t attend either.
There were bionic hips and knees in attendance. I only knew this because of the various conversations. People (as they do at any age) were comparing operations and recovery times.
It was at a wonderful country club (which may have also eliminated the folks on social security) that requires coats and ties. The attire for the women ranged from sparkly everyday pants outfits to short length cocktail dresses. I wore one of my prettier business dresses from my working days.
My thinking was that since it was in the evening when lighting is dim and attended by folks who don’t see so well, I could wear a five-year-old outfit. I was right.
It’s a dress I love with a soft colorful pattern in a broomstick skirt with a matching top. If I let my inner designer critique it I would say the top is a little shorter than the current style. I paired it with peep toe shoes and (oh yes) pantyhose. I needed those to stay warm.
I wore pantyhose when I worked and used to buy them by the dozen. The last time I bought a dozen was around 2000. The elastic they use in the waistband doesn’t last 15 years. Fortunately my hips held them up but I threw out my entire supply.
There are very few of the beloved husband’s classmates that I know. I see them every 5 years and unless there is something unusual about them, I don’t remember them at all. (There are tales of mismatched spouses bumping uglies in the parking lot. I miss all the fun!)
Most of the men look alike with varying amounts of graying hair. One guy approached me and said, “I’ve noticed you’ve been eyeing me up.” I damn near died! I didn’t remember seeing him before. The only people I was eyeing up were the servers with the food and drinks. Mostly drinks.
There are a few things that need to be noted about reunions at this age. The list of deceased school chums now take up a full sheet of paper. They posted this on every table so people are grateful they are not on it.
People come from long distances to attend class reunions. My reunion is within five miles and I’ve never attended.
When the music starts the people are immediately out on the dance floor. It’s not like younger folks who need a few drinks to get out there. These people realize that their time is limited and if they want to dance, they should get out there and do it. Now!
The dance floor is most crowded for the first set. After that those bionic limbs start tiring out.
It’s all about the hearing. The tables were for ten. That’s a BIG circle. I couldn’t hear people talking unless they were adjacent to me. People asked me things and I did my usual nodding and smiling. Hopefully I didn’t agree to anything illegal.
People (who weren’t dancing) complained about the loudness of the music. Trust me, it wasn’t as loud as a nightclub or a kid’s party.
The evening ends early. We had an hour’s drive home so we were gone by 10:30. Most other people were too.
While I don’t look forward to these events (seriously, a bunch of old people talking about things they did when they were young? Yes, I know if they were MY friends it would be different.) I enjoyed myself. The destination was nice, the food was good and our companions were fun. I also got to boogey to the oldies!