Reunion

I’ve realized that this blog actually began months ago. A few weeks before our 20th high school reunion, I found out that one of the popular girls was nervous about attending and seeing her old friends. I was inspired to quell her fears…and my own. So, I posted a note on Facebook and friended her.

I figured that I should share my first (writing) attempt at being funny and oh so humble. Here you go!

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Open Letter to my Classmates

Our high school reunion is two weeks away. My plan is that the doors will fly open, wind will blow my hair, the needle will scratch across the record, heads will turn, and jaws will drop. Ain’t gonna happen. I’m still ten pounds heavier than I want to be and the scale is not budging. The show-stopping dress I ordered doesn’t fit. And I still don’t know what to do with my hair. I’m not rich and famous, nor do I have brilliant stories to impress you with.

Let’s face it, I’m not Molly Ringwald and this isn’t a John Hughes movie.  But you know what? I’m surprisingly okay with that.

I’m looking forward to a few cold drinks, some wonderfully cheesy music, and being with people I am connected to. I don’t care what you look like or what you are wearing, what you do for a living or for fun.  I care that you were there for an important part of my life.

Some of you tortured me. Some of you showed me kindness. Some of you ignored me. But whatever our relationship was back then, I want to thank you for being the person you were. You helped me become the person I am today…and that person ain’t half bad.

I also want thank you for being the person you are today. If you are like me, you’re a very different one than twenty years ago.  Some of you have been with me since then, through thick and thin. Some of you I have reconnected with and my life has become better for it. Some of you have left a hole in my heart due to the distance between us. Some of you I’ve never truly known.  No matter. I am still excited to see you, and to get to know you as the person you have become.

To be honest, I’m a little nervous. If you are too, let me know and we can walk in together, holding hands with our heads up high.

However, I’m still kinda hoping that Alan Cumming shows up and whisks me away in his helicopter.

With love,

Melissa

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