Friday night I left Flu Baby with his very capable grandparents and dad so I could venture out with Natalie to my high school reunion.
For all the hemming and hawing I did over my outfit (and accessories), I scratched it completely for jeans and a top. See:
And it wasn't awful at all. It was fun! It was good to see the people who were there (the turn-out wasn't great, though, for a graduating class of nearly 500), and there weren't even that many awkward "it's so good to seeeeeee you"s.
There were even a few people I got to catch up with who I genuinely miss, who I genuinely don't see often enough, even though they live relatively close. People say all the time that they don't go to their own reunions because everyone they want to see, they already see, and I don't know....really? There isn't anyone you used to spend time with who went one direction while you went another who you don't sort of miss from time to time?
Eh, even if there's not, it wasn't nearly as ahhh-inducing as I feared. So, high-school reunion: check!
