High School Reunion!
The idea started with a Facebook conversation of two of our friends hanging out in Nashville having cocktails (you know who you are, Mari and Angela). Soon there was an email chain and a plan for our high school reunion, only girls allowed. Now before you think it’s a lot of girls, know that we grew up in a small north Texas town a population of approximately 1,000. With only 21 people in our graduating class, that didn’t leave many girls.
With the meticulous details of planning complete, the perfect weekend in Fredericksburg, Texas was cemented on all of our calendars! Our anticipation was high as some of us had not seen one another since high school graduation. We planned our carpools, meetups, options of itineraries, what to bring, what to wear, and travel with everyone. We were all ecstatic to get away for some true ‘girl’ time.
We converged in Fredericksburg on a Thursday afternoon. Needless to say, we were all a little nervous. You know that jittery, butterflies in your tummy feeling? So, it was casual greetings and the uncertainty of not knowing exactly what to say until the food was chilled and the wine was poured, then conversations flowed!
Don’t mistake my honesty for meanness, unless I’m honestly being mean.
—Starla Stone
The days were filled with shopping, wine tasting, mouthwatering southern food, and chocolate! The nights were plentiful with more wine, laughter, card games, truth or dare, true confessions, and more laughter.
We reminisced about the good, the bad, and the ugly. We talked about our families, our heartaches, our loves, departed parents, lonely times, children, grandchildren, health and our lovely pets.
We laughed until we cried, and shared private secrets that had never been shared.
Growing up in a small town is special. I think the reunion reminded us how special it really is. I truly love all of you and I’m so glad we had the opportunity to reconnect. Much love ladies… Angela, Catherine, Delores, Lori, Madala, Mari, and Starla. Cheers to the reunions to come. May they all be as memorable as this one was.
There is nowhere like home, as Dorothy clicks her heels together, reminiscent of our special weekend.
