Life consists of routines for the most part. These are different for everybody, and there are deviations, but mostly a fairly consistent and natural order of things. Every now and again though, there are events which represent a life marker, a post which sort of defines where we are and where we came from. For those who attended, the DMCI 50th Anniversary celebration is one of those markers.
There are some who have kept in touch with high school friends in one way or another, but I noticed that many were seeing each other for the first time since an early summer day when lockers were cleaned out for the last time. For many, the graduation formal was the pinnacle of the final year. How many people wound up going somewhere for breakfast and showing up at school in their formal attire from the night before?
So we transcend the years and arrive at 2009 to celebrate the third reunion in the past decade. Between Facebook, websites, and active participation by the committee, we had a good idea who was coming. While some familiar faces were missed: Glenn Greig, Carole Flute, Victor Tolgyessy, Cathy Finley to name a few, there were enough to ensure a good time.
The Friday night event at Jack Astors was terrific. Hooked up with Dave Widdicombe, one of my best friends back in the day and the years melted away quickly. We were joined soon after by Sol Wong, Andy Willison, Les White, Mark Walsh, Willie Liang, Bill Hutton, and Bill Forrest, and the jokes and stories started quickly. The "routines" were discussed; numbers of kids, numbers of marriages, jobs and where we wound up. And other surprises: Rosemary Casson and Morgonn Ewen, Jeff Whittaker, and Diana Gabriel. Unfortunately Kathy Ross showed, but couldn't see past the 60's and 70's crowd at the front and missed us. Kath, look around the corner next time! Great people all.
What did I see? Not a lot of squinting and staring trying to figure out who was who; maybe some facial hair not possible back in the day or less hair overall, lol, but anyone who was worried about looks needn't have. Almost everyone could have jumped out of the yearbook, added some "experience" lines, and we could have been down at the Pit, or downtown at Docs, or over at the Miller. Groups, one on ones, we had it all. And in typical fashion, our group closed the bar.
A great night, and the promise of even better the next day.
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