Friday night, I’m going with my sister Terry to her pre-class reunion social. It’ll be girl’s night for me, Terry, Melissa, Bonnie and our friend Judy. It occurs to me that I don't think I've ever told any Judy stories. We’ve known Judy since elementary school and in high school we became best friends. However, we both dated guys who were total opposites which eventually led to us spending less and less time together. It’s one of those friendships though that bubbles right back up to where it left off whenever we see each other.
Of the five of us who are going to the social Friday night, Terry and Judy are the only two who actually graduated in 1975 from Thomas Jefferson in Port Arthur. Bonnie, Melissa and I, however, grew up with those in the class from the ‘hood (Lakeview) so we always crash the Friday night social. The strange thing is I worked the door at my mom and Bonnie’s class reunions and I’m attending Terry’s pre-reunion but I didn’t go to my own reunion. I hung out with a lot more of the people in Terry’s class than I did in my own so I’m looking forward to it. Whereas the hippies and brains I hung out with in my own class rarely attend my reunions, the people I knew in Terry’s class usually show up.
I’m the designated driver tomorrow which always puts a different twist on things. Herding four drunk heifers around all night should be interesting to say the least. Night fev-ah, night fev-ahhhhhhhh!!!