Forget what I said before. I went to my high school reunion. Thanks to Facebook.
On Saturday, I was on Facebook and noticed that photos from the Friday night pre-social were posted. Flipping through the 40-or-so pictures I started to really want to see some of the people shown laughing and drinking. Just then…
“What’s up?” says M.
“I think I’m bummed that I’m not going to my reunion,” I reply.
“Why don’t you go? I’ll watch Baby A.”
Yes, he was serious. It was 2 PM. The party started at 6:30 PM, three hours away. Showered, dressed, and a bit nervous, I made it. Glad I did. I surprised a few people (since apparently they read this blog). But the important thing is that I saw the people I wanted to and reconnected with others that I had forgotten about.
When I left the over-riding thought I had as I drove the three hours back to LA was that I went to school with some remarkable people who are doing great things in the world around them. I’m proud to a member of a class that has accomplished much.