I remember sitting in a ceramics class. My teacher was waxing poetic about an out-of-body experience she had while visiting a Native American tribe. Some classmates were finishing up the final contours of interesting looking “vases” that included strategically concealed holes. As I looked around, I remember thinking what it would be like to see all of these people 10 years from now. Who would they be? What would they be doing? What would I be doing?! While 10 years seems inconsequential now, it seemed like a lifetime away then.
And here we are, a mere month away from my graduating class’ 10-year reunion. I’ve always assumed I’d go (doesn’t everyone?), but I had no clue what circumstances I’d find myself in when that time came. Now that picture is a little clearer: transitioning into a new job, married six years, dad of nine months, and still wearing Vans shoes and thrift store t-shirts.
Given the fact that my decision to attend now includes a second party, I nonchalantly broached the topic with Joanna.
So my 10-year reunion is next month. I think I’d like to go. It’d be fun to say hi to all the people I occasionally Facebook-stalk.
Seriously? Why? Is there even anyone you want to see?
I think so. I grew up with all of those people. Little League, TP’ing, first awkward dances. Those people made up some of the more formative years of my life.
If you think it’s worth the money… and the ten hours in the car… with a teething child… both ways.
I wasn’t prepared to have to defend my proposal. A long-weekend road trip to Southern California, smack dab in the middle of chilling season in Utah? It didn’t seem like the worst idea I’ve ever had. And moreover, I didn’t think anyone thought so little of high school reunions. I suddenly felt like I was Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite, grasping at any opportunity to relive my past. To be fair, Joanna moved a lot in her youth, but I’ve since talked to other people who agree with Joanna’s anti-high school sentiments.
The logistics are worth debating. The cost of admission is $65. How it costs $65 to mingle in the same social circles and call everyone “Hey you!” because you don’t remember their names is beyond me. The cost for gas will likely put us out $140-$160. The cost of hotels (which we’ll snag using my Name Your Own Price strategy) will probably cost us a total of $200 for three nights. Plus food and random expenses at another $80. All for a grand estimated total of $500.
If that was the cost for me to do that trip solo, I’d probably nix the idea. BUT, since it’s a chance for us to get away as a family for a weekend, create some Southern California memories, and face our fears of traveling with our little teether (which has limited us to only a single excursion thus far), I think it’s a worthwhile fall vacation.
But what say you, wise sages? Is it worth the money to mingle with people I haven’t talked to in 10 years? Or, like Joanna, would you rather see that $500 spent on a trip that excludes a walk down high school memory lane?