We Didn't Need A Helicopter

Ever since our sophomore and freshman years in high school, respectively, Jag and I have always joked around that we'd go to each other's ten year reunions. Seeing as we graduated a year apart and had friends in both classes, it only made sense. Now, we weren't exactly poster children for school spirit, so the thought of hanging out with a bunch of prepsters and jocks all night was hilarious. So when I got the phone call last month with the invite, as her fiance' would be MIA, there was no way in hell I was going to miss it.

So last night, at the Embassy Suites in Cool Springs, I pulled into the parking lot, parked my car, and put on my best if I only knew then what I know now attitude. In a room full of sequins and sundresses, I was the only person wearing jeans. They were designer, though, with a cute halter, so whatever. The stilletos helped, too. There were several old flames to be seen, so as long as I felt good, that's all that mattered...even if I wasn't the sparkliest.

It's funny how ten years later, when you squeeze all the same people in the same room for a few hours, how history repeats itself. You have your cheerleaders who all are immediately the most sought after (and don't last more than an hour or two), then you have the nerds who still eat their tater tots in the corner table. There's the computer guy, the nice guy, the football player, and the class clown. We can't forget about the gossip queens (now, worse than ever), the girls with lots of kids who look at you in shock if you're only engaged, or heaven forbid, single?!? And then there's the ones that, back in the day, were quiet, shy and you didn't know what to think. They always turn out to be some of the coolest, most intriguing people out there, proven true time and time again.

Surprisingly, it was quite an odd event, but things leveled off a bit once the drinks got flowing. And after I made friends with the bartender and the DJ, we were taken care of all night long. Gin & Tonic, music to groove to, and a nice big dance floor...fun times (except for the few who slipped back into their insecure high school mode and stood there with their arms crossed). There was a nice big group of us, new faces and old, that kept the place hip-hoppin' into the wee hours.

After that we headed to Jonathan's (always the stand-by, we want more fun but it's too late to head out anywhere, place). The next thing I know we inhaled a fabulous Mexican pizza with some guys that we apparently went to school with, had a few more drinks, and headed home to face the sunrise buzz.

And now we can say we did it, Romy & Michele style, minus the little furry dresses.

For Jag's take, read on.

For Nashville Is Talking's review, go here. (Thanks, Brittney!! And yes, you should definitely go in August!)