I'm on a mini-vacation this weekend for my 25-year high school class reunion. I've been looking forward to this trip for about 6 months now, and I think I was grinning on the whole drive up here. (Makes people look at you funny on the interstate, though.) I know it sounds silly, and I can't explain why I'm so giddy, but I feel like I'm taking a trip back in time.
See, it's been about 20 years since I spent any quality time in my little hometown. Which is why I came up early and am making a weekend of it. Last night when I got in, I hooked up with one of my best friends from school for dinner - and a whole lotta laughter, which is always good for you - and today we're meeting another one of our 'posse' for lunch at one of our favorite old hang-outs. After that she's taking me on a refresher tour, of sorts, around town.
The class reunion planners made a weekend of it, too - tonight we're going to our high school's football game, kicking it off with a tailgate party, and tomorrow morning we're taking a tour of the new high school and then having a dinner banquet tomorrow evening.
In between the tour and the banquet, I'm going to get the opportunity to spend some time with the BF and her mom. As any long-time Lunch Roomer knows, I only get to see the BF once a year, so this is an extra treat.
Long story short, I have plans for a nice-busy-relaxing-exciting weekend. It's the best kind of thing to recharge the ol' tired batteries. And this morning, I'm going to get back to the writing. What better way to spend a rainy Indiana fall morning than sitting at the laptop, working on the next manuscript? I think I've died and gone to heaven. Really.
And to start the day off right, when I went down to the hotel lobby this morning for the free continental breakfast (you know I gotta have my OJ), I got into a conversation with a couple of nice ladies who were experiencing technical difficulties with the waffle maker. Turns out they're both avid readers, and they ended up walking out with my name, directions to the Lunch Room, and my autograph on a little piece of paper one of them snagged from the front desk. How much fun is that? (And in case you're reading this, hello to the lovely ladies from Ohio, and safe travels home!)
I'll pop back in at some point in the not too distant future to let you know how the weekend went. There may be too much to tell, but then again, I am a writer - it's my job to tell stories, right?
Enjoy your weekend. Talk to an old friend. And read a book!
=) JB
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