Sunday, June 24, 2012

Reunited, And It Feels So Good


So I just got back from a trip back home to Hawaii, where among other things I went to my five-year class reunion.

Now I know a lot of you are a little confused by that. I mean, I really don’t know anybody else that had a five-year class reunion. But our class was so close and cohesive that we would cross mountain high and river wide to see each other again. Also I was going to be back home for a wedding anyway and I really, really, really wanted another socially acceptable reason to drink.

Now when I ran for senior class president, I didn’t do it thinking I would have to be organizing these reunion things. Actually, I’m not really sure what I was thinking when I ran for class president. Or what the people who voted me were thinking for that matter…

Anyway, regardless of the reason, I found myself suddenly in charge of organizing this thing, even though I lived 3,000 miles away and have a well documented history of being very lazy. I mean, there are some classes with elaborate websites that have individual class profiles. And I thought a color-coded Excel spreadsheet with contact information was hard.

So I decided that instead of having an elaborate, fancy get-together at a hotel that would require me to wear pants, we would just hold a barbeque on the beach. And when it comes to a class reunion on the beach, there is one thing that you have to make sure you have, and so I called my dad to make sure the most important part of the reunion went off without a hitch:

Me: “Can you go get us a liquor permit for the pavilion?”

Once that was taken care of, the rest of the details – like whether I remembered to invite any of my actual classmates – really were minor. And finding my classmates was a little harder than I was anticipating. For a bunch of people who grew up stranded on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean, the members of my class sure did scatter across the globe. In addition to being all over the U.S., there were also classmates in all manner of foreign countries, including China, Nepal and Alaska.

Now that we invited some people, we had to get our class money to buy all the food. This also turned out to be a lot more complicated than I anticipated, because for some reason the bank really did not want to let me create an account for the class.

 Judging by the questions they were asking me, it appeared the bank was convinced I was going to take the money we had and buy myself a one-way ticket to live a carefree life on the beaches of the Caribbean. At one point they made me and one of our officers sign a form whose sole purpose was to ensure we didn’t use the money for online gambling.

Then the actual day of the reunion came, and all of a sudden it was all worth it. I was sitting just a stones throw from the ocean, sitting with my feet up and a cold beer in my hand as a cool sea breeze blew through my hair. Then my darn classmates showed up.

I’m just joking of course, it was actually really nice to see everybody. Sure, I had forgotten to rent a Lamborghini and bribe a hooker to pose as my girlfriend, but that really didn’t matter because I did have one thing that I did not have in high school that made it all OK: lots of beer. I wasn’t exactly the smoothest socialite in high school, but with beer, I was still a muttering dufus but now I could blame it on the beer.

All in all it was a really fun day reconnecting with the class, and I hope to see even more of them at the ten year reunion. Of course, someone else might have to plan it, because my plane for Tijuana that I bought with class money leaves in a few hours…