E-mail and Facebook invites went out for my High School reunion recently and my friends and I are debating whether or not we should go. My nursing friends are conveniently working. Funny how those schedules are determined so far in advance: the reunion is in August. I’m always busy in August myself. Prepping for a new college semester. Wrapping up a new book. I’m sure there will be something on my plate.
So why the excuses? Well most of the High School friends I’ve wanted to connect with I’ve found already, or they’ve found me, through Facebook or mutual friends. We keep in touch. We’re good. And honestly, I’d rather spend the time with those folks. Dinner, coffee, brunch, picnics with the kids, if they come in to town for the reunion, and there’s a smaller group’s peripheral activity–that’s more my style.
Big reunion. Class of over 600. Nah. Heck, I didn’t even talk to the guy who had the locker next to mine for four years until the commencement ceremony. Not because I didn’t like him, but because I never saw him. We never had the same schedule. Even if only 10-15% show up, chances are the random sample will be people I’ll have a hard time remembering, because *cough* it’s been a while, and my high school tended to be very cliquey. I was a theater/choir girl myself. Although, I did enjoy that freshman year of shop class. One of only two girls in a sea of boys . . . but I digress.
Anyway, big reunions are not for everyone. Even smaller high school connections years after graduation are not for everyone.
Which brings me to the lost sheep issue. The reunion coordinators are trying to track down about 300 of our classmates who have dropped off the alumni radar. A remarkable thing to do in this day of Google a name and let’s see what pops up. But here’s the rub. Maybe they’ve dropped off the radar ON PURPOSE.
Maybe some of these sheep are lost and they don’t want to be found.
So fellow HS grads. If you know some of the folks on the lost sheep list, do them the courtesy and ask them first before handing over their contact information. Being lost should be their choice, not ours.
Photograph © Rud
When it’s 7 degrees outside, there’s nothing better than meeting up with good friends for good food at a great LOCAL place. If beer is your thing, The Olympic Tavern features a beer menu with 28 beers on tap, 59 bottles and 9 cans, including a brew with the propitious name of SKA Euphoria. If beer is not your thing–since these days I’m a teetotaler too, the food and service are well worth the visit.
My writing critique partner extraordinaire and I like to meet up at the Olympic Tavern because we can easily chat away four hours and the staff won’t kick us out no matter how busy they are. We were just there earlier this month discussing literary and literal loves. I had the crab stuffed sole with champaign cream sauce and had to force myself to savor every bite rather than devour the meal (which is what my taste buds were demanding). Our server was pleasant, attentive, but not intrusive. We could hear each other speak. Always a plus in my book. And I left without spending every dime I earned that week.
The inside has recently been remodeled, but to be honest *I haven’t noticed* I pay attention to the person(s) I’m with, not whether or not there’s new paneling 🙂
On a Friday or Saturday night you’ll definitely need a reservation.
Photograph 1/31/13 Karin Blaski