Let me just start out by saying the weather all weekend was HORRIBLE. I was so excited to go to this that I was nearly peeing myself. Mother Nature had other ideas. Like being a bitch.

Anyway, I saw a lot of people over the weekend. A lot of people looked exactly the same. Others I barely recognized. (Made me wonder what category I fell into. I assume I looked the same. Aside from the fact that my hair is like, a foot and a half longer than when I graduated. I think many would have been surprised to know I was rockin’ the natural hair color. I don’t think anyone in my HS ever saw it.)

Being at the class reunion required me to be fairly liquored up. The husband was nice enough to stay sober so he could tote my drunk ass home.

All in all, I think I spoke to 3 or 4 people that I hadn’t seen since graduation. The majority of the time was spent talking to my friends about everyone in the room. Who got fat, who turned into a whore, who was clearly the THC entrepreneur. It was all very exciting.

Will I go to my 15 year? Hell no. 20 year? Maybe. I could wait until the 30 year and be okay with it I think. I’m still close with all my girls. That’s all that matters.