Nope. It couldn’t possibly have been 30 years ago. Only yesterday that i was squealing my tires out of the high school parking lot for the last time – never to visit, look back or reflect on my glory days again.
Because they weren’t glory days for me. i did well academically, despite some of my more self-destructive hobbies*. Marking time, i looked forward to getting out, and getting on with my life.
But i had some damn good friends. Friends who are still in my life. JM-P is a widow, with a 6 year old. She’s a firearms instructor for a national law enforcement agency. One of my favorite JM-P stories is the time she lost her handgun at the wedding of another friend. Then there’s KZ, who was our high school class Valedictorian. She’s now the Chief of Police at an Ivy League university. She has 6 year old triplets with her partner of 10 years.
These two pistol-packin’ mamas will be arriving at my place in just over a week. The plan? Slumber party at Chez Daisy Friday night, followed by the trek to the old homestead for the reunion. Most likely? We’re goin’ hard before we’re goin’ home.
i’m not particularly wise when it comes to sorting out mysteries of the human soul, secrets of happiness or any of that crap. But i do know that having things to look forward to dangling in your future make life better. It’s sure as hell helping me navigate a rather convoluted week…
* Voted “Most Likely To Be Found Dead In A Gutter” in the informal poll… Sadly, one of my other classmates nailed that honor a couple years back.