Had a nice time visiting with old, familiar faces at class reunion. Saw not a soul I recognized, but two or three people somehow remembered me. The most fun was combining the school reunion with a family reunion. My older brother and sister were there, each of us with our near and dear along as escorts. One sister couldn’t make it, but all four of us had graduated from this school in the sixties.
As we left, nostalgic tunes were being sung under a mirrored ball and couples were moving around the dance floor. I had to sigh, as my husband has never been much of a dancer and was ready to leave long before me. I had to wonder how everyone had become so much older but still seemed as sweet to me as the old music floating out of the gym door behind us. Nice to take one night to remember, leave the computer at home, and escape.