I lived through my husband’s 20th college reunion! Woot! Actually, I had a really good time. I was under no pressure to mingle, make conversation, be smart or witty or successful. I was just “the wife.” As long as I looked younger and thinner than his ex-girlfriends I was fine. The weather in Williamsburg was gorgeous…sunny and balmy– not at all like the rain that was predicted, so being outside with the kids was a joy. Sitting on the grass, drinking a cape cod, listening to the alumni band play REM covers, and watching the kids run around in circles. I was, for the first time in weeks, stress free.
After going nuts on the dance floor I sat down at a mostly empty table. An older woman leaned over and said, “Are you one of us?” I asked, “”I’m sorry?” “Are you class of ’74? This is a Class of ‘74 table.” And yes, it was then that I noticed the silver Mylar “74” balloons anchored to the table with green and yellow sand bags. “Oh, sorry” I joked, “Guess I didn’t see those huge numbered balloons.” I picked up my drink and left but in my head? I said, “Bitch, PLEASE! Do I look like I’m class of ’74? Honey I was BORN in ’74.” That’s ok. They were old and needed to sit. Not me, even after jumping up and down and air-punching for 28 straight minutes
In other news, a woman I worked for, a woman with serious substance abuse issues and a medley of mental health disorders, died at 44 of cancer. I am shocked, and saddened. You wish things on people who make your life miserable but in the end, not really. She was an unhappy person for most of her life and I hope that she has found some sort of peace.
And we will keep checking back. Sounds like a FANTASTIC weekend!
Posted by: JJ Daddy Baby Momma | October 26, 2009 at 02:49 PM