I went to my ten year high school reunion in Salt Lake City on June 9, 2007. I never thought I would be the kind of person that goes to her ten year high school reunion. You know the kind--the person who actually liked high school while she was there and can't wait to remind everyone of how cool she used to be (even if her coolness factor has significantly decreased since then). In fact, I intended to be the person that was TOO COOL to go to the reunion. Well, um, I went. I was never cool in high school and I'm still not. At least I had a law degree to brag about and I haven't gained 50 pounds. . . yet.
My girl friends and I used it as an excuse to get together; thereby allowing Yang an "out." My best friend A is in Georgia, J is in Utah, and S is in California. I lost contact with the girls during my late college and early law school years, but we've since reconnected. I'll take any reason I can get to have a girls' weekend. I also used the reunion as an excuse to go to Moab, Utah. I really miss Moab, and I think it may be the most beautiful place on earth. We went hiking and river rafting for two days before the reunion. The hikes were awesome, especially the one to Delicate Arch. The river rafting was FREEZING, but thankfully we didn't get dumped. We ate at fun resort-town-restaurants each night and had an amazing time.
The reunion was on Saturday. I was a class officer (gag), so I had to help plan the damn thing. We did it on the cheap and still had a pretty decent turn out. There were about 10 people I was excited to see. About half of them showed up, and it was great catching up. I spent the rest of the night making small talk with people I didn't know, care about, or enjoy. It was great practice in the art of inane social small talk, but it was excruciating none the less. In retrospect, I should have skipped the reunion and met up with the girls in Vegas. Although, Moab was worth it.