Too much!

I'm incoherent; I can't write; I don't have the words; I am insufficient to this task.

I'm happy. Usually I can be a little more eloquent than this when I'm happy, but there are too many memories and too many good things crowding my brain to weed through them all and come up with something that will make sense.

As I mentioned a few posts ago, the Class of '85 is holding its reunion this week in my hometown, and not only was Greg there, but a whole bunch of people I really liked were there, too. I was a senior a year before these people graduated, but my class had only two people who participated in theatre, while a whole host of juniors were there for much of my high school years. So I knew more people in that younger class, and I was closer to them than I was to my own classmates.

Greg arrived on Thursday, but our schedules didn't match up. Friday night, Wesley received a call from Jim, his best friend. Jim met his wife Peytyn at our wedding in 1987, and they live in Florida now, so we don't see them as much as we would like. Jim called, and the next thing I knew, we were on our way to meet Jim & Peytyn for dinner. The evening was nothing short of sublime -- we laughed so hard and talked so fast, I didn't want the night to end. But Wesley had work the next morning, so we had to leave. Before we left, Peytyn was encouraging me to "crash" the reunion. And I was seriously considering it.

Saturday afternoon, I finally reunited with Greg at a bed & breakfast that was once the home of one of my friends -- and I had lived just down the street. Not only was it nice to see that house again, but it was incredible to finally see Greg again. He looks so young!!!! Just seeing him makes me feel younger!!!! We talked so fast and laughed so hard, again, it was really hard to leave him, but he also encouraged me to come to his reunion. Fortunately, the organizer of the event was staying at the same B&B, so I okayed it with her first -- even though I knew Wesley wouldn't be able to come with me and act as my extroverted buffer.

I can't begin to describe Saturday night -- that's the confusing part -- there were *so* many people that I was *so* happy to see again, and everone was so wonderfully nice!!!!! All the women look fabulous, all the men look grown-up. There was none of that weird high school stress -- just a bunch of old friends hanging out and laughing and talking. It was *wonderful*. I had the best time. I wish *my* class reunion had been half as fun!!!!! Oh, wait, though -- I organized that one. Ugh! What a disaster. I'll never organize another reunion again!!!!

And I might just lobby to hold our reunion in conjunction with the Class of '85 -- so I'll be able to see all these good, old friends again!

Sunday -- which is now, I guess -- Sunday all these people will have to go home. And I don't want to think about that. Instead, I just want to think about people whose faces looked so much younger every time they spoke.

I had a *really* good time. My husband is going to be shocked when I tell him. And that makes me happy, too -- after all this time, I'd like to still be able to surprise him occasionally!