Well, as I write this I am missing my 20th year high school reunion. The first half was tonight and the second party is tomorrow - at the Pier 66 hotel.
Tonight's gathering place is at the Howl at the Moon bar - a piano, sing along bar over in Ft. Lauderdale at Beachplace. It is free to attend, but I don't like the bar itself, the few times I've been there, and just didn't want to go. Besides I couldn't remember most of the people who were emailing me to check if I was attending. It is bad enough when you don't remember them alone in your home, but to not remember them at a bar setting, would be too much for me to handle.
Tomorrow's function is at Pier 66 and will be more formal. Even though Bryan has the evening off from football, I didn't sign us up to attend. It costs $125/per person and I just don't want to spend the $$$.
Not too mention the addition of paying for a babysitter. It would cost us over $300 to go... at that rate, I'd almost rather regret not going, then regret going.
If that makes any sense.
I suppose I could change my mind - we could always pay at the door - but I don't know.
When I was first dating Bryan, it was 10 years ago and it was time for the 10 years reunion. At the time, I was joking that I had 6 weeks to get married, have a baby and lose 20 lbs. I didn't want to show up at the reunion and have not reached any milestones as an adult. I wanted to wow people with seeing how much I've grown and by not being married, with kids and, somehow skinny, I didn't think I'd accomplished that.
Now, I'm at my 20 year time and I have the hubby, the kids and I'm still fighting those same 20 pounds... but this time I don't care who knows about it.
Stepping into our life is like stepping into a tornado. I don't feel the need to leave the tornado.
Not even for a night.
Maybe I'll change my mind - by tomorrow.
Bryan is off - I could still go, but I don't expect that I will.
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