My high school class has discovered the value of coming together more often than every five years. This summer was one of those times and we learned that we can throw a pretty good party even if we are thrown a curve ball at the last minute.
The venue we were going to use had some administrative problems and closed down temporarily 2 weeks prior to the reunion. At the last minute, after trying unsuccessfully to contact the owners, we were able to get a somewhat smaller venue for less money. We altered our food menu to include the submarine sandwiches from the sub shop next to the building where the high school used to be, satisfying everyone, and we were all happy. We were 25-30 old folks who came from Florida, Georgia, Connecticut, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts. We hugged, gabbed, drank our favorite poison, took photos, and reminisced. It was perfect. A small group compared to our 45th reunion, but we had planned a year in advance for that one. We lamented that certain classmates had not been able to make it due to illness and we thanked our lucky stars that we were still healthy enough to come and carouse ourselves.
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