I hope you all are having a great week!
Taking a little break from the Nordstrom Sale to chat about my weekend and show you all one of my recent budget buys–this cute black and white striped summer dress.=)
So if you watched my instagram stories on Monday, you know I had my high school reunion this past weekend down in superrrr hot n sunny Florida. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect at this reunion, as I missed our 10 year, and really haven’t kept in touch with too many people from high school since graduation, other than through social media, of course;) So I guess I was a bit anxious to attend, but I’m happy to report that I am sooooo glad I went! It was an absolute blast and I’m hoping I don’t have to wait another 20 years for the next one;)
Michael didn’t make the trip with me bc he stayed home on furkid duty, so I rented a small beach house where my old stomping grounds were and had my sister and her two kids come stay with me for the weekend. I really wanted to see them and figured they could come with me to the reunion events, but in hindsight I suppose this was probably not the best idea, since my sister didn’t know my classmates too well (she graduated seven years before be from the same high school).
It was two days of ‘official’ reunion events, but I ended up missing the first day of activities: a tour of our school, which has basically been demolished and looks nothing like the school we attended in the 90s, and then everyone was meeting up at a local sports bar afterwards. I’m not too sad I missed the school tour since the school is unrecognizable, but it would have been nice to spend more time with my old classmates. I had thought maybe my sister’s kids would like to see where their mom went to school, but that did not seem to be the case.=\ I have an all new respect for my sister and her patience level as a newly single mom, bc I was biting my tongue (or at least trying) basically the whole weekend lol. I probably should have just gone on the tour and met up with everyone at the sports bar on my own bc I missed seeing a lot of old friends that didn’t make it to the second day of activities. I often fall into this trap where I try to kill too many birds with one stone and figured I could somehow split myself in two and seamlessly spend quality time all weekend with my sister and her kids, while also attending my reunion festivities. Yup….pretty stupid, I know.
So we just ended up chilling out at the beach Friday afternoon/evening, which was soooo relaxing. Although, annoyingly, I guess Florida just passed a law on July 1st (which I’m still researching the language for bc I’m not convinced homeowners are interpreting correctly) but whatever the law states, it has beachfront homeowners saying they own the beach alllll the way down to the water, so we got scolded by some old leathery dude for sitting on the wet sand like over a hundred yards down from his house. Naturally, I let him know we grew up on these beaches and had never heard of such a thing and did not take his hustling at face value, so he lightened up a bit after finding out we’re former locals and didn’t make us move, but “politely” asked that we not come back the next day (soooo many eye rolls). So I guess if you want to take a walk along the beach from one public beach to the next, you have to swim?? Dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Like I wish our land would suddenly get expanded. Have they not heard of property lines in Florida? A plat?!? In Charleston, almost every stretch of beach has a home or business in front of it, and those homes and business’ property lines basically end where the beach starts, so there’s really no such thing as a private beach around here.
Anyhoo….that night we took the kids to this really cool tiki bar place for dinner that has lots of fun outdoor games for the little ones, which also happened to be where my first reunion event was the following day, so I figured I could check it out ahead of time:) South Carolina is sweltering hot, but it’s usually comfortable once the sun goes down. Apparently I had forgotten just how unbearably hot it is in Florida bc I was absolutely dying during dinner in my yellow striped jumpsuit .
The next morning I walked back to the Tiki Bar to finally see everyone for the first time in 20 years, and I have to admit I was a little nervous for some reason, but at least my outfit was cute;) I ended up wearing this dress in the olive green, which I belted, and then my tory burch millers in vachetta, some fun fringy earrings I scored for $1.00 at walmart, and my Prada heritage cat eye sunnies. Turns out I had nothing to be nervous about or fear, other than being completely drenched in sweat lol. It was soooooooooo unbearably hot, they had put crayons on the tables for the kids to color the menus or whatever, and the crayons just melted into puddles of wax. I actually ended up changing into shorts and a tank that one of my classmates happened to have with her bc my dress looked ridiculous with all my sweat soaking through lol.
It was amazing seeing all my old friends again and meeting their families. It was almost fascinating to me how everyone kind of slipped back into their social roles that they held back in high school. Our student government members were still leading the way; collecting money from everyone for dinner that night, making decisions about the finer details of the day, and making announcements throughout the reunion to keep us all on track.;) It felt like I was in a social experiment, but one filled with giant belly laughs, great memories, and the formation of lots of new ones. We all grew up in a pretty small beach town, so we only graduated with 120 people in our class and were a very tight-knit group back in the day. Most of us have known each other since Elementary school. In this town everyone knows everyone, as they say.
Funny how I used to think it was a bustling town growing up. I made a quick wine and food run to Publix right after we first checked into our airbnb and there were only two registers open on a Friday afternoon, and I swear there were only four people shopping. It was the same Publix my friend and I would jog to from school to grab “dinner” between cheer practice and theater practice, or before a weighlifting meet (I was on the weightlifting team lol….I only weighed 119lbs, but I surprisingly usually won my weight class….against boys haha!). My brother and sister both worked at this Publix when they were in high school, and I always thought it was such a busy place. So I’m not sure if my perspective was just so different back then (similar to the phenomenon of your childhood home seeming much smaller later in life), or if this is the only town in the US that’s somehow not growing in population??
That evening we had a dinner planned in a beautiful (and well air conditioned;)) banquet room overlooking the beach. Everyone was dressed nicely and finally comfortable since we were no longer in the ungodly heat. The only issue was that the restaurant closed at 9pm….yes NINE! Welcome to small town USA. It didn’t even get dark there until after 8pm, but they wanted us all out by 10, which was basically right after we finished eating. Someone had put together a playlist for us to dance to with all our 90s faves after dinner, but we never even had the chance to do that. Major bummer. So we really had no choice but to walk back to the Tiki Bar to sweat our asses off again….whomp whomp.
Kind of a funny story about the Tiki Bar. When we first got there I was with a small group of girls who were in my fifth grade class. Earlier that night someone brought up how we all were the first “graduating class” from the new elementary school that opened our fifth grade year. My mom had worked at this school too, and actually still does, and one of my classmate’s husband is now a teacher there and, of course, knows my mom. Anyway, when we walked by the dance floor our principal from that elementary school, who has always been in a local band, was on stage performing. We had no idea he would be playing there, but it was a huge surprise (he was an awesome principal) and just so crazy how things were coming full circle. He’s now married to the mother of one of my good friends from childhood, and of course she was there too (the mom, not my friend, who lives in Cali and couldn’t make it), so it was great fun catching up with her too:) I mean, the first time I ever shaved my legs was at this woman’s house when she held a shaving party for all of us girls to celebrate our little rite of passage of no longer having to endure hairy legs lol:)
Our sweaty asses only lasted about an hour at the Tiki Bar, before someone brought up the idea of going to the local dance club, which made me lol bc we NEVER had a dance club growing up and always had to drive an hour away to the closest city (of sorts), so I had no idea one existed in town Yada yada yada, we all went to this former dive bar that I never would have stepped foot in back in the day, which has since been painted white on the inside and had a good sound system and dance floor installed. There were like 8 people there when we showed up, but dang it if we didn’t bring the party that night and close the place down;)
Social media is a blessing and a curse at times, but this past weekend it proved to be mostly a blessing in that it has allowed me to keep up with so many people from my childhood making it 1000x easier to pick up right where we left off and enjoy so many great moments together laughing until we literally cried and/or couldn’t breathe. What’s almost funnier is I only snapped four horrible pictures the entire weekend, and everyone else keeps saying the same thing in our class facebook group (nobody has any pics to share lol). That’s how you know a great time was truly had by all;)
I wish I could be more specific about the quaint little beach town where I grew up, but as much as I put out there into cyber world, there are a few things that I would like to keep more private so people with not so great intentions don’t know my entire life history, and that of my family. I hope that makes sense, and I hope you all understand:)
Have any of you attended one of your high school reunions? If so, I’d love to hear how it went!