Sunday, August 20, 2006

Reunion Report

So the hair came out just fine (or no wackier than it usually does), and the eyebrow dying went well too (didn't I mention I was doing that at the last minute?). The bright red volkswagon that parked itself on my chin, however, refused to drive away. It was too large to be disguised as a beauty mark (a trick I have been known to use on occasion), and its placement precluded the use of hairstyling and/or clothing to cover it - hmmm, maybe a decorative bandaid? I finally just caked on the concealer (which looked like crap but at least made it so the vw couldn't be spotted at a distance of more than 12 feet), and tried to draw the eye elsewhere with my use of accessories. I don't know if it really worked, but it at least made it so I had the confidence to walk in the door.

I'm happy to report that the reunion was pretty fun. It was super casual and relaxed (having it at the Beaver Lodge* was instrumental in that, I'm sure), and as unlike Grosse Pointe Blank and Romy and Michele's High School Reunion as anyone would want. I really don't think anyone cared about how much money you made, how glamorous your job was, or what your marital status might be - it really seemed like people were more interested in the person you had turned into. After the initial thrill of seeing what everyone now looks like, that is.**
That's the classic-Maine-looking Beaver Lodge on the left and a shot of their equally classic kitchen area. I'm sparing you the pictures of the animal heads on the walls in the main hall.


*Kristin pointed out in the comment section of my previous post that the Beaver Lodge used to be a girls camp. Wow...I don't even know what to say....
Readers, if you don't know why this is hilarious, you have a far cleaner mind than I do.

** Fine - I'm shallow. I must admit to being fascinated by that part. After the initial shock wore off, though, they started to look the same if not better in a carrying-themselves-with-more-confidence kind of a way.



1 Comments:

Anonymous Old comments saved from the HaloScan exodus said...

The Beaver Lodge *snicker snicker* is precisely why non-New Engladers such as myself continue to mythologize (is that a word?) and romanticise Maine and other New England states.
And for the record: everyone walks through the door with a high desire to see what has (physically) become of everyone else in the graduating class. Human nature.
Gina | Homepage | 08.22.06 - 3:18 pm | #

Barbara and Jennifer are huge fans of Project runway also. I don't know if it was season 1 or 2, but Jennifers friend, Dan V., made it to the finals. Small town Lowell boy makes it big. Go Dan! I also laughed over the Beaver Lodge. I must be a warped as you! C
CINDY | 08.23.06 - 12:04 pm | #

Ya know, its all about judging and being judged, at these reunion soires, no shame there.
jungle dream pagoda | Homepage | 08.24.06 - 1:49 am | #

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