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It always happens like this…when I dread going somewhere or doing something more often than not I end up having the time of my life.  I sort of felt that way about attending my 50th class reunion.  I know my husband was not too keen to go, but then our wonderful friends, Jackie and Steve (I went to school with Jackie) went with us.  Steve and Rich entertained each other (and also visited with mutual friends and acquaintances) while Jackie and I mixed and mingled.  It was SO good to see everyone who came.  Some I recognized immediately.  Luckily there were name badges with our senior yearbook pictures on them in case we didn’t remember how we looked.  The organizers did a fantastic job getting this shindig together and everyone seemed to have a really good time sharing with each other.  I know I was worried that I would be older looking, plumper (as opposed to fatter), and generally not as well-weathered as everyone else.  I fretted about what to wear, which black pants would look the best, did I trowel on enough make-up to fill in the wrinkles, did I manage to get all those chin hairs that hung down my neck, and on and on.  I fretted for nothing.  Once we met up with Jackie and Steve, I could tell that we were going to have a great time.  It also probably helped that my horoscope showed five stars that day.  I don’t really put stock in that, but it never hurts to cover all your bases.  It also shows that no matter how many years separate the times you spend with each other, it doesn’t matter.  Jackie and I just picked up where we left all those many years ago and I am so blessed to have her as a forever friend.  Rich and I are blessed to have them both in our lives.  Let’s hope it’s not too long before we see each other face to face again.

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