Hail to the Brown, Hail to the Gold!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

This was my high school. I always thought it looked very regal and formal from the outside. We were named after the inventor of the arc light, Charles F. Brush. You can thank Mr. Brush for streetlights and we can thank him for being called the Brush Arcs. The what??

Our 25 year high school reunion was this past Saturday and I have to admit, it was more fun than I had anticipated. Our school district had about 5 or 6 elementary schools, 2 junior highs and 1 high school so as you can imagine, we had a really large graduating class of over 450 students. About 1/4 of those showed up for the reunion. It was a casual affair, booked at a local bar/restaurant that's owned by a former student's family.

I went with the three girls in this picture. We've all been friends since elementary school and people are always amazed when we tell them that we're just as close now as we've always been. I don't think I've ever had an argument with any of them that would be considered anything more than a disagreement. And it was usually over some idiot one of us was dating.

"He's a loser!"

"But I love him!"

"He's a cheater!"

"I can forgive him!"

In the car on the way there, we all admitted to feeling a little nervous. It was like starting your first day of school all over again. Will they like me? Is this outfit okay? Am I thin enough? And on and on..

However, once we got there, it didn't matter what anyone was wearing, who was thin, who was fat or who was bald. It was just nice to see old friends. Although, I have to admit that I did avoid walking past some people I really didn't want to talk to. Hey, they looked at me funny so they started it!

Given that our class was so large, there were a number of people there that I never knew in school and some that I knew but didn't recognize. One guy came up to hug me and I had to casually glance down at his name tag when I pulled away to see who the hell he was.

No, Vince wasn't there but I did see a guy that I've had on a crush on ever since high school. I never thought he even knew who I was so when he stopped me and kissed me on the cheek on my way past him, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I felt like Marcia Brady when Davy Jones kissed her. I haven't washed my cheek since.

I learned a few things on Saturday night:

1. The grass isn't always greener.

2. A letterman's jacket doesn't look hot on a 43 year old man.

3. Even geeky guys have mid life crises and leave their wives for younger women.

5. No one remembers my dress getting stuck in the back of my pantyhose at Heart Hop.

6. You can go home.


  1. I'm in love with the redhead...and Davy Jones.

  2. I'll put in a good word. With a name like Carlos, you're at the front of the line. He ex-husband is Mexican.

    I think Davy's into Canadians.

  3. Woo hoo for the Brady Bunch reference. Did you ask, "How about the flip side?"

  4. Chrissy, you look awesome. It's so cool that you have "the girls" to hang with. I never went to any of my HS reunions because I didn't want to go alone. Glad you had a great time.

  5. Chris,
    Shoot! I wish I would have thought of that.

  6. Thanks, Theresa! You should go anyway!

  7. First, let me say...you look FAAAAABULOUS!!

    How the hell do you get your teeth so white? They GLOW!!!

    It sounded like you had a wonderful time.

    oooo....that photo of Davy Jones is so cute. I had a crush on Bobby Sherman.

    Everything you shared in the the lists of things that you learned on Saturday night are SOOOO true! Especially #1!

  8. Thanks, Ron!

    Someone came up to me and said she had the same jacket. I was silently thanking God that she hadn't decided to wear it.

    I'm tellin' you. I have stock in Crest Whitestrips. Once a year is all it takes.

    Bobby Sherman! Yes, he was dreeaammmyy...

  9. Check you out looking gorgeous! Bet any stick insects there were green with envy! I love reunions... I recently bumped into my first love. He was the high school stud, the cutest and most popular, etc. Obviously broke my heart. Now, 15 years on, he's a balding, fat, pervy and very sad old man. I might not have fit into my skinny jeans, but DAMN that felt good! I'm WAY out of his league now, and the best thing was we both knew it. HAH!


  10. Anna,
    Thanks, you're so sweet! How funny. I ran into the first guy I dated. He kinda looked your guy and he said nothing more than hello. Cool that you're way out of his league now. Ain't karma grand??


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