Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Some are like water, some are like the heat. Some are the melody, some are the beat...

Post-prom at the Gunghroo disco in Delhi
This weekend we are having a little unofficial high school reunion right here in DC.

I don't know what I'm going to wear! I mean, none of them are going to care. I could turn up in a jute sack and they would still love me.

But naturally, I want to look like my cutest self with the people around whom I am my favorite self.

I have been counting down for months. Months. Then weeks. And now we are down to days. Really, even hours if one were mathier than I and wanted to do it that way.

At this point, we're going to have about 43 people, some attending both Friday and Saturday, and some of whom can only make it one night. A lot of us are local, or anyway on the East Coast, but a surprising number live in Texas. One guy is coming from Sweden and another from Costa Rica! 

We've got private space for both nights - Friday in a bar/restaurant, and Saturday in an Indian restaurant.  We have the whole place, and the manager said that we can totally turn it into a dance party after dinner if we'd like. We can play whatever we want. He does DJing on the side, and said he'd bring lights.

People have been making playlists. Random songs I have not thought of since the disco in Delhi are surfacing. I mean, Brother Louie by Modern Talking?! Yes, please!

I am beyond excited.
I've poured my heart out before about how I feel about these people. About how they are home for me.

At the end of high school parties, we used to get in a big circle - I mean all of us - arms around each other, and sway to Lionel Richie's All Night Long (All Night). All connected, all glad to be together.

Can you tell how much I cannot wait for this?

1 comment:

  1. This made me choke up just thinking about it. We will have to remember to make "All Night Long" circles this weekend. CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE! AAAAAH!


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