This weekend, I celebrated my 5 year college reunion. What a shit show. And I say that with a profound sincerity. I feel like I regressed all the way back to my high school days… And so, to honor the occasion, I’ll blog about this weekend using a High School Musical metaphor – thanks, MH, for the idea.
Friday’s latin party was… well, latin. And that was great. But otherwise, you know… it was what it was. MR and I felt like mean girls again, so that was fun. And MR’s friend’s father “invented pesto” – if that’s even possibly verifiable – so she really felt like Gretchen Weiner. Ahhh, memories… We did up Old Ebbitt’s and saw Blythe Danner, so that was terrif. And ended the night at a decidedly ‘old girls’ midnight o’clock.
But let’s get to get to the good stuff: Saturday night. It was a night of windy-city nonsense, gold and sequins, flats, baby doll dresses, pencil-thin mustaches, boob jobs, nose jobs, dye jobs, vodka tonics, vodka sodas, vodka in general, and gin. Gin, gin, gin. Turns out – avoiding wine was an excellent plan. Good thinking, me.
But yeah – saw tons of people that I didn’t even remember I knew, and I’m pretty sure they felt the same way… so it was fun to see what people looked like, what they were up to, and what they were (still) drinking. I have to say, I think the women aged better than the men – as a whole. New connections were made, old friendships were rekindled, and obviously tons of memories were rehashed. It was fun.
And then, the party moved on to Rumors.
I know… Rumors. RZ would be so proud (and she was – I obvi texted her).
Once I adjusted my expectations (just like Izzie adjusted hers with her interns this week), I had an even better time… kickin’ it next to the boat (oh RZ! you would have loved it)! I drank more, made less sense, talked, talked, talked, and danced to “Gimmie More,” in an homage to the Britney we idolized during our GW days. It was just like old times, only now we were the old timers, and the 19 year old GW assholes treated us as such. Good thing non of the 50+ of us that migrated to Rumors from K Street Lounge even pretended to care.
And then, McDonald’s for Big Macs, Mandy-drama, small fries (ha!), and more windy-city nonsense… I laughed so hard I cried, and then laughed all over again. High School Musical: McDonald’s edition was a total success.
So in the end, IDK… I had the best time with my BFF MR, so MYOB… word.