I’ve blogged some about my unusual high school experience, and my thoughts leading up to reunion, but I haven’t blogged about the Rufus King High School Class of 1987 reunion itself yet.
My thoughts about it are kind of scattered and surreal, much like the experience itself. Incidentally, someone I knew in high school, but don’t think I ever saw that evening, did an radio show bit about it the next week. (The first half is mostly about beer.)
There are a bunch of people I still see or otherwise communicate with on a regular, if not as much as we’d like, basis. Some from my class, some from the few years ahead or behind mine, most who don’t blog or otherwise have websites.
Seeing those people who were able to make it or who live in Milwaukee, and their spouses and children, was wonderful. Only hearing Noah say Grandma and Grandpa was better, for the whole trip.
The real point, I think, of high school reunions, is to see and talk with the people you aren’t still in touch with regularly. And that was fabulous.
Thoughts (last names omitted, in case they want to protect their privacy):
I wish I’d been able to talk more with the organizers, Heather, Terri, Michelle, Craig, and Geneva.
I talked to a few of my old neighbors, like Steve, and people I knew all the way back to kindergarten, like Heidi. Why do you suppose we didn’t speak to one another in high school?
It was so wonderful to catch up with Colleen and her husband Mike. I wish we’d had more time together. I love that Jill calls her “smokin’ hot Colleen.”
One of the funniest moments of the evening for me was standing with Colleen and John, talking about Mike Cudz*?, with whom John is still friends. Colleen and I both liked Mike in the 8th grade, which put something of a strain on our friendship. Alas, Mike did not feel that way about me, and his “going with” Colleen didn’t last terribly long either.
As Colleen drifted away from the conversation and Judy drifted in, we told her that we’d been talking about Mike. She announced that he’d been her first kiss, back in middle school also. John and I cracked up, and I hope John has given Mike a lot of shit about that particular segment of the evening.
Most flattering moment for me? Robert said something to the effect of my being one of the top five girls he wished he would have asked out but didn’t. What a sweet and brave thing to say; I feel badly that we didn’t really wind up talking after that. And for the record, I probably would have said yes. I still remember hanging out after school at the library in 7th grade, and having a lot of fun.
Seeing Jeni, Tracy, Megan and Clare brought back so many memories, mostly younger than high school — elementary school and middle school. Katie, I so wish you could have been there with us. (Although really, you would have had to come to my parents’ and caught up with the whole family over more time.) Becca, you too! And Kelly & Shannon, the rest of the 5th grade posse.
Robin looks amazing! And she works for Noggin/The N, and has a toddler near Noah’s age. Even though we didn’t hang out a lot in high school, there was always a connection — her brother managed my Dad’s first Congressional campaign in 1982.
Tracy (the other Tracy) looks amazing too. I don’t think we’d connected in several years, and she’d lost tons of weight.
One of the most fun people to reconnect with was Michelle N, who has a cochlear implant! In high school, she was an amazingly articulate lip-reader and brilliant student. Now she hears well enough to have a conversation in a loud bar, and has a great career as a family practice & obstetrics doctor.
Incidently, Michelle, if you read this, did you know that your old neighbor Erin who went to University School is one of my closest friends? I don’t think she and I realized we both knew you until I was telling her about reunion and mentioned you by name. Her sister Clare is over there in the blogroll, and if you leave a comment, I will send you her email address.
It was great catching up with Dr K and hearing about his new adventures launching an IB elementary school.
Kimberley married a fellow King alum, but only 3 years ago, and now they have children just older and just younger than Noah. That was a fun conversation!
Dave, I did have the errand-for-Richard conversation with Carrie that you asked me to try to have. Give me a call and I’ll tell you all about it.
Regrets: Sad that Dave & Liz weren’t there with the rest of our buds. Sad that Eric & Otter didn’t make it and that I’ve completely lost touch with him. Sad that we didn’t get to catch up with Dr Stark during the trip.
There were so many people I talked with briefly — I don’t even want to start naming names because I’m sure I’ll forget half of them and then I’ll feel terrible. The amazing thing was how great people looked!
I think Jill had fun talking with Meredith, Gina, Eric, Dave, and Karen, all spouses who were wonderfully supportive and tolerant of our reunion ramblings.
I can’t wait for the 25th. The only thing I hope is that we have a few more activities, and a few that are quieter, like a picnic or school tours early in the day, so there’s more time to catch up.

You went to high school with Peter Mulvey?
TOTALLY falling all over myself in the Boston Folk Scene drooling thing… REALLY?
If it’s not abundantly clear already, I heart PM…
Okay… now I really have to call you this weekend! I need details! I really wish we could have made it to the reunion.
How did you and Erin not know that??? My mother and I knew it!
Hi Liz, sorry we didnt get a chance to talk much, I was playing photographer… well for part of the night. It was a blast, wasnt it? Cant wait for the 25th!!
Liza,
Definitely needed more time to talk. We had to leave at 4AM the next morning so didn’t have much time to talk. This is going to sound odd but wasn’t sure if you remembered me because we interacted more freshman year than later in HS. Glad to hear that everything is going well with you.
What conversation?
It was great to catch up with Michelle and others I’ve lost touch with, and I want to restore those bonds.
It might not be obvious from my loudmouth style, but around new people I’m actually kinda shy. And the gorgeous girls were still gorgeous and intimidating. But I did force myself to talk to some folks I barely knew in high school, and was rewarded. One even lives here in town.
Dave made an interesting observation: We had zero Asians in our class. He said no one seemed even to entertain the thought he might have gone to school with us.
For the record, those of you that came into town and didn’t give me a call shall be severely punished in a manner to be determined later. Especially as I still have all my hair and am in better shape than when I got out of the service. A temporary situation, no doubt! I’m giving it until I’m 45 before I stop caring and COMPLETELY give myself over to the decadent pleasures of food and drink! I’m halfway there already…
As a graduate of King in ’86, it seemed most of my friends were in ’87 or ’85 for some reason.
And to Carrie (who I believe is the ex-Spencer Carrie); I have this uncomfortable feeling that that Liza is talking about a different Carrie, based on something I said to Dave W. in passing about five months ago when we were hanging out in Detroit. A twice-removed wingman (or wingwoman as the case may be)? There’s no way that can be good.
Glad to hear everyone had a good time,
-> Richard Carpenter
Heh. Yeah, Richard, the twice-removed wingman theory is correct. However, it didn’t go as badly as that implies. I mean, that is one of the things reunion is about, right? (Normally, of course, acting on your own.)
I want a pass on any required calls until Noah and any potential future siblings are of school age. Traveling with and trying to schedule events around a toddler was the most difficult thing I’ve done so far, and is why I lost 5 lbs on the trip. I promise to do my best — but I have no idea what that will look like.
Carrie, it’s true. I can only remember 2 even overlapping with us, Vasanti Galande and her older brother.
Darian! The funny thing is that I was wondering the EXACT same thing.
Lizzy, not only did I go to high school with Peter, but we are and were friends — he sang in my wedding. (“If I Were,” originally a duet with Pamela Means.)
Ah, yes. That Carrie. Dave (my Dave, this is getting confusing) was, um, quite struck by her yearbook photos. I’m trying not to say went ga-ga, cuz I’m not jealous. No.