I can’t believe it has taken me until now to feel well enough to write an entire post. I think I wanted a day or so to process. To run it over in my head. The whole thing was a bit weird and kinda surreal. But ultimately, I had a great time. My date was excellent. The perfect reunion touch stone date. We would circulate and check in. And debrief in the loo whenever the call of nature, well, called. Thank Liz, you were awesome.
The night {afternoon, let’s face it} started off slowly with us getting off to a late start. After a drink or two on my back patio while I finished getting ready and Liz arrived at mine after a directional mis-adventure. Thanks to Amanda Claire who dropped us over so my car wouldn’t need a sleep over. And we arrived. Finishing our cider’s {yuck!} roadside and quietly dumping the empty’s in a nearby wheelie bin.
Attendance was low. That was probably the only disappointing thing. But no judgement from me. Without Liz I don’t think I would have been brave enough to go. I think though we knew that once we were there it would be fun. And let’s face it. I was way to curious to know what people were up to not to go. The one’s I do want to do a little name and shame {without the name} are the one’s that came and didn’t pay the organiser’s before leaving. Rude much!?
There has been travelling and babies, marriages and house purchasing, great jobs and shockers, degrees and some more degrees. I felt good. It was a bit weird to be asked where I was {here}, what I was doing {real estate – with my mum, which they all seemed to know} and what my plans are {you tell me and we’ll both know!}. And I felt a little like people were thinking ah, gosh, FAIL. And seriously, when did she pack on all that weight!?
But then I spoke to a few people and they shared their own insecurities, I guess you’d call them, and I realised we were all in the same boat. Those that had traveled worried about having no money or house. Those that got married and had babies worried about no degree’s or careers that inspired them. And there were those that didn’t let their guard down at all and surprisingly didn’t have a very good time at all. And seriously my life is what it is and is what it isn’t. And I adore it. Full stop.
Later the remaining dozen hit the pub and danced the night away. I complained at this stage a lot about my shoes. Which were killing me {and fabulous, BTW}. And the extra bonus points moment for the night was that a whole bunch of my cousin’s were there after my second cousin’s wedding. So I got to catch up with them. Yaaay.
About 2am we went to catch a cab home and shared a maxi cab with a number of others with me finally getting home around 2.30am. Tired, feet numb and makeup gone. Or so I thought. The next morning I had blue panda eyes and eyeliner to my cheekbones. I woke up fine {still drunk} and it all went downhill about midday. Where a nap was the order of the day.
So am I glad I went and did I have a good time…? Yup.
Suger 
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