Dear Erin of Wedded Bliss Road, oh how I WISH I meant fauxty!
Here we are. Four "girls", high school friends all, who gathered at my house yesterday to visit.
We filled our plates with goodies - - -
Including these delicious chicken salad in mini phyllo dough tarts brought by one of the "girls" - - -
Then we giggled, chatted, and caught up for about three hours. One of them hails from Minnesota, one from Iowa, and the other from Washington (state). I'm the only one of the four who lives here in our high school home town.
We didn't catch up enough yet, so we're meeting this morning at 10 for brunch.
About 6:30 or so we joined others from our class at the "real" reunion.
By the end of the evening there were quite a few of us there but I'm ashamed to say that other than the "girls" who spent the afternoon at my house I really only knew one other guy from high school. Oh, there was the occasional name I recognized but they weren't folks I hung around with much.
Now, before you think I'm totally senile - - - there were 530 in the class of '72 and many of them I never even had one class with during the entire 4 years.
I kept looking around and wondering how they all got so old when I was still so young. HA!!
When we arrived my friends teased me that perhaps someone would confuse me with my sister. (That would be Sister Pam, my only sister, who flits in and out of this blog and its comments at will.) I replied, "Oh I don't think so - - - this is our class, not hers."
The words were BARELY out of my mouth when this guy hailed me with: "Keetha Heavilin!! Where is your sister???"
Sister Pam, he's covering up his name to see if you can guess who he is. Guess away before I tell you the REST of the story.
If only I had known back in the day that Clint Eastwood was in my class, just think of all the bragging rights I could have had over these many long years:
(Said in a deep, authoritative voice) "Well, I graduated with Clint Eastwood!"
(Lest you get too excited - - - it was a joke - - - he isn't really Clint.)