Now the evening started with a slight bit of wardrobe malfunction. I was wearing my tribal tunic and black pants only to realize that.....wow....this top is a little lower cut than I normally would wear. I think I would have ventured out anyway had my son not said "Wow, Mom....planning on shaking hands with those things?" I ran to the bedroom for a black cami and discovered that the only cami I could find had an embroidered design on the chest. Now I was no longer low cut....but sort of lumpy...again, not the look I was going for. This prompted an emergency phone call to Loree for a black cami.....You may be unaware that Loree is a bit more petite than I am....I don't know if her cami will ever be the same; I think I may have to buy her a new one. I was more comfortable, however, and ventured off to Torrey Pines.
I had managed to get several things done during a jam packed day....help move a truck load of concrete blocks from the backyard, fit in a Scrabble game with my dad, get my toes and fingernails done.....but I did miss out on getting my car washed. I pulled into Torrey Pines Hilton driving my incredible dirty (remember, I live in a construction zone right now!) 2005 Honda Civic feeling like a teenage kid driving her parents beater car. I was happy to see a white mini van in front of me looking like they were building a retaining wall also....
I found my friend Cheri and we walked into the reception area. A bit of history....I have been to three high school reunions now. My ten year reunion found me a few weeks after splitting up with my husband, unemployed, just having discovered that I was pregnant (surprise!) with my third child and on welfare. Do I need to explain why I felt the need to attend the 20 year? I did feel a need to state that I was not sucking the California budget dry and was self supporting. The 30 year was more of an optional activity for me but Cheri assured me that we would go together, so I decided to go. I think I had blocked out what I was already realizing at the 20 year....that I didn't really know that many people. I did also realize, however, that I am a people watcher at heart and this was yet another opportunity to sit quietly and take in the action around me.
Overall, the night was fun...and interesting. The first person that came up to us made it extremely clear that she had no memory of me but did somewhat remember Cheri. This stung a bit since I did remember her...or so I thought. After looking in the yearbook, I was confusing her with another girl with the same last name....turns out I didn't know her either! I did, however, meet up with about five people who did remember me and I remembered them...always a good combination.
|Can you find me?|
I did run into an old boyfriend....I believe he was about the overall nicest guy that I knew in high school. He is now a successful business owner in San Diego. It was good to see him as it did validate that I had some sort of social life in high school!
My son and I sat with his friends and looked through my old yearbooks. Apparently I did have friends....and a whole lot of people that wrote...."I wish I would have gotten to know you better because you seem really nice". I'm starting to think that I truly was Romie or Michelle - not realizing that everyone was pointing and staring during my three years and I was just oblivious to it! Now, I did have the last name of Pugh (pronounced like a church Pew) which did open up some teenage torture opportunities but it all seemed pretty good natured at the time. Little did I know.....
|Drama Production - I don't think I look like an outcast!|
|Proof that I did have some friends!|
Hope you all have a great night!