Reunions overflow with joy, mirth, nostalgia, and unabashed sentimentality. It’s good to see and catch up with friends, classmates, bosom buddies, and former compatriots in crime.
At the class reunion old classmates go back in time to relive their high school days. Oh, there are embellished accounts of crushes and objects of affection. There are untold tales that remain unmentioned, sealed in the hearts of those who hold secrets even when their guard is pulled down by libations liberally flowing and the Karaoke machine blaring the old Elvis tunes.
“I’ll take it to my grave,” said one quiet and demure lady nursing her bottle of beer.
“If he doesn’t know it by now, how I suffered over the years pining and longing for him to recognize me – well, I guess he’ll never know. Damn him.”
She took a disinterested sip of her beer as she resigned herself to her gloom.
“Hey, come on. Let’s dance. Forget that guy. He’s probably dead by now anyway.” But the words didn’t give her any comfort.
The guys were laughing so hard, telling old jokes they have all told and laughed at before. They croaked like animated toads emerging from their mud holes in the first rains of May. Some of them glanced at the ladies.
“Hey Mah Jong, did you know that she had a crush on you?” remarked one, no longer sober guy as he pointed his nose at the direction of one of the ladies.
“Is she still single?” asked a curios Mah Jong.
“Dunno. Why don’t you ask her?” The guys actually giggled and guffawed at this remark.
“What? Ay yay yay. Such small talk. But it’s a reunion, right? Don’t be such a square. Enjoy!”
The night wore on. Food was spread on the tables. Serving platters were replenished again and again. Plates were filled and refilled.
Everybody had a great time, a grand old time.
Reunions are great!