As if my own 36th high school reunion in June wasn't exciting enough, I'm going to go with my sister to her 35th in November, at the same location. I also went to Linda's 20th, which was a lot of fun. This is actually the class I should have been in, had I not skipped kindergarten.
So I'm again in reunion mode, helping find people on the "missing" list and contacting people to see if they're going.
Among the missing I found (with the help of a puzzler who went to the same college) is my pre-kindergarten boyfriend, who is planning to come. He had recognized me on the CPW bus about 5 years ago, despite not having seen me since the driver's ed bus in 1969 (so I guess I haven't changed much).
Also coming is the male R from my 1969 diary.
We still need to write to our old neighbors; 4 girls within 2 blocks of us were in that class.
My poor brother-in-law will probably be standing there bored, while we greet and mingle and squeal with glee and recognition.
I just hope my rash clears up by then.