I am blessed to have high school friends who like to gather together on occasions that aren’t reunions. I am even more blessed that they are willing to include me in the gatherings. So how much trouble can we get into?
This Memorial Day weekend I am meeting up with five other guys from my high school class of ’69 (Boom! Don’t you wish you could say you were in the Class of ’69?)
We are meeting in Atlantic City for three four days and three nights of …. craziness? Actually, we have a few things sort of planned. Frankie Valli and Chicago are both playing concerts that weekend plus Dana Carvey and other SNL comedians are in town. So, assuming that we can stay awake long enough, we should have plenty to do.
It doesn’t matter a whole lot what we have planned. Getting together as long time friends is what I enjoy. The older we get, the more we seem to have to talk about. Some of us have undergone (or are currently experiencing) life transitions, positive and negative. We can also talk about retirement because one of us is already there (not me) but all of us are surely thinking about it. I learn a lot from what each of these guys has to say about their lives. High school reunions are fun but these more frequent mini-reunions are …. shall I say invigorating and rejuvenating?
We were able to rent a large apartment for the weekend so that all of us will be sharing the same living quarters. Could this be a scaled down version of the movie Old School? Probably not as none of us could effectively play Will Ferrell’s role of Frank the Tank. However, one of my friends made it clear that he would come only if we agreed that “what happens in AC, stays in AC.” Fair enough, Kevin.
I have been to Las Vegas many times but I have never stayed in Atlantic City. I hear it is now the town that Trump built. Whatever. Our gathering will the star that weekend, at least in our own minds.
I suppose the reason I am sharing this information is to encourage everyone to reach out to those special people who are separated from you by time and distance. Make something happen. Then share it here to inspire others.
I expect to have interesting things to write about after that weekend, some of which may be safe to share here. So stay tuned!