occupation: SAHM

Boy, it was a lot of fun!

I honestly didn’t expect to have a raving good time when I went to our high school reunion at Gerry’s Grill last July 24. It was raining hard, I had worries about my son staying up too late when he and my husband went to the mall after dropping me off to the restaurant, I had worries that I would fall asleep on the table since it is against my policy to sleep later than 10 pm, and more worries about not being able to wake up early Sunday for a jog in UP and other errands.

But it was so worth it. And no, I didn’t drop off to sleep because I was busy laughing my head off. In fact, I would’ve been willing to stay longer. But my husband and son were with me, and they had stayed up way longer than I asked them to.

I marveled at how time made my batch mates more beautiful inside and out. They were all beaming with happiness, pride and more confidence. It would’ve been more fun had we been able to freely mingle with each other, no long tables or chairs to restrict movement, but I think that paved the way to plan for another reunion someday soon.

I had to leave them for a while to sneak a peek at the other group waiting for me within the abscbn compound, my classmates from college. It was a smaller group, but I knew I missed a lot of their fun when I entered the room.

It was at that time that I actually wished I could divide myself into two. I knew my high school friends had already noticed my empty chair as my college friends talked almost incessantly. I groaned inwardly when my cell phone rang and saw my husband’s name on the screen, calling me.  I almost felt bad that my husband and son had run out of choices where to spend the rest of the night (or more accurately, the early morning) and they had to fetch me. Sigh, my seat had not been warmed yet, I knew there were more chats to be shared with the high school group back there, but my husband and son were already waiting outside the compound.

And to think I almost didn’t go. Days before the reunion I was actually contemplating on not going because I had A LOT to do on Sunday.

And I have found some people I’d like to have a closer relationship with. Maybe the passage of time has made us more in tune with each other’s wave lengths. Or maybe it’s just me waxing sentimental. In any case, I sure would work on being closer to the people I’ve laid my eyes on to become my friends in its real definition.

And I have the reunion to thank for that.