Rule your High School Reunion

I just had my 10 year High School reunion this past Saturday night and I'm happy to say it went pretty well. I'd been looking forward to it for ages, since I am invariably a much more exciting and glamorous person since I graduated in 2000. But then as the date drew closer I got more and more nervous for no real reason that I could pin point. Maybe it was the fact I lost the job that made me sound super cool and so didn't have that to boost my ego. Maybe the fact the one friend I kept in contact with since high school couldn't make it which meant I was going to have to fly solo. Maybe it was just the fact I was going to have to spend a few hours with people I barely know and try and prove that I'm not that daggy tomboy they all remember (that is, if they even remembered me at all).

To prepare myself for the night I got myself a stunning new dress (an amazing pink party dress by Wayne Cooper) with nails to match, some sexy black patent leather heels, a spray tan, followed my eating plan strictly to ensure the maximum amount of weight dropped and also got my hair professionally styled to ensure it looked its best. Looking back at it all, it may have been a bit much, but I needed all the self confidence I could get - I'm such a shy girl and I just needed to look perfect so that I'd have that little extra boost to get me through the night. I was also COVERED in bruises from moving house all day Friday (13 fucking hours worth, what a drag) and most of Saturday so I needed to deflect the attention from the swollen black and blue marks all over my pathetic, weak body.

Despite initial nerves and a little bit of awkward "standing by myself wondering who I should go say hi to now", I loosened up and had a good time (though I'm sure all of those vodka lime soda's helped a helluva lot). I spent the first hour or so thinking I wasn't looking that special because no one said anything, but then as everyone else loosened up, I got lots of amazing compliments which made me feel like a million dollars. Seriously, this was a huge concern of mine, so I was glad I did end up looking great and impresing people with how much I've changed. Plus it proved everyone was a nervous and restrained as I was, we all just needed a few drinks to get going.

For anyone who will be having a reunion sometime soon, I have a few tidbits of advice to make it work for you:

1. Look as fabulous as you possibly can. Don't be half arsed about anything whatsoever. Most of these people don't know you beyond how you looked at the age of 17 so make sure to WOW them by looking like the best possible you.


2. Get over the fact you were unpopular, nerdy, got bullied, had no friends, don't speak to your high school friends any more, hated that "cool" girl who was mean to you that one time etc. It's been 10 years for godsake, we've all changed and if they're at the reunion then chances are they've grown up and have moved on also.


3. Know what you wnat to say. Don't lie, but feel free to only tell people what you want them to know. If your job sucks, don't bitch about it because that's boring. Just tell them what you do for a living and then move on to what you are passionate about or your plans to get a certain job in a better field. You have every right to be as vague as possible. Outright lying though will probably cause more problems for you, especially if you get caught out!


4. If you find out you were a total shit at school (as I did) then apologise to the person and then make light of it and show that you've grown up and are a much cooler person now. In my case I was part of an obnoxious group of weirdo's so we were able to laugh about it heartilly, you might have to work a bit harder if you were mean old bully but it'll be worth it.


5. If you're flying solo, do not fret because a lot of other people will be too. This actually gives you a great chance to talk to those people who you never/rarely spoke to at school and maybe find some new friends. I pesonally don't think taking your partner is a wise move, you'll spend most of the time worrying about them being bored and won't enjoy yourself as much.


6. If you're not sure about going for whatever reason - stop being a pussy and just go. What's the worst that could happen, really? I was shocked that a lot of my friends hadn't turned up, knowing most of them didn't have any excuse not to be there. It makes you look like a jerk, so just go and have fun already!

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