Reunion
I promised I'd write up my reunion, and now I don't know what to say. Everybody, well, almost everybody looked good, and it was good to see them. People were friendlier than when we were students.
I saw Drew Weinstein, who told me that he quit his job at White and Case to start a bicycle company.
I saw Maria Spinella, who looked good, and who I've seen in the city a few times over the last few years.
Heather Scarett, who sounded like she'd read this site, even if she hadn't.
Chris Hopkins moved to Rhode Island. Chris Hodgins started a dog walking business. Ryan Dagastino writes for a magazine about lawyers, and I didn't really have a chance to talk to him. Andrew Wickersham is still with Deutsch Bank (sp?) and it looks like he's about to become a "superbanker." Sarah Harmon got tattoos on her arms. Rachel Wellner is a doctor. Brian Morrison is trading in Chicago. Eric Eddy became a lawyer in Hartford, and is travelling the world on his vacation time.
Bobby Rice showed up with Jessica Caley, and apparently they're moving in together. Nicole Chorches has a new last name. Kat Hosey is now Kate, and she has two very cute kids. Katie Froeb is engaged to John Poppa. Emily Lips is now Emily Brenner.
Marriages. Children. Life.
We grew up. It's not that I didn't think we were going to, it's that I didn't think about it at all. That I hadn't really addressed the entire concept of my friends, the ones I went to high school with, being adults. They occupied a childhood part of my mind that I never go back to. Ever.
I grew up. I moved on.
It's not that High School was bad. It wasn't. We had our issues with each other, but it was a class of around a hundred. We had no choice other than get along.
Since graduation, we've already lost two of our number - Jason Meany and Aanon Ahl. Tragedies, both.
A lot of nostalgia welled up over the weekend. Long drives with Sarah to nowhere, with me, nervously talking, and her, nervously not saying anything. Kristen Sullivan and Dan, the inseperable couple. Time in the Common room.
I came back to New York, and I found my photos from that era. Toby Anderson before he joined the Army. Steve Lawrence before he skitted off to his life. A bunch of people whose names I can't remember. Trudy. Blair Kenyon. Matt with the uber long hair. Phony Eli. Gina Maxwell, who ended up getting married and doing who knows what else.
So many friends. Temporally. Because we went to the same school.
I didn't get many pictures. I was busy talking to people and catching up with them.
In fact, this photo below is one of the only ones I took. Brian Morrison and Eric Eddy - two of the "Moscow" crew, who went with me, in 1987, to Moscow, Leningrad and Helsinki. So did Katie Froeb, and a slew of others.
I've been trapped on memory lane, ever so slightly, since then. Track meets. Common room. Computer room. Cliques. Dessants. Being given the basement on Prom Night. Long talks about nothing. Thinking we had any idea what life meant. Thinking we'd all be friends forever, and that we'd be young indefinitely. It could never, and didn't, happen.
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Posted by Swerdloff at May 15, 2003 10:31 PM
