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August 14, 2003  

iowa bound

i decided to go to the reunion after all, so i'll be in the car for the 10-hour drive this morning.

i've been e-mailing with an old friend (and current stay-at-home mom, pharmacist's wife, and junior leaguer) the past couple of days, and she asked if i'd be her "date, " since, like s, her husband has opted out of the weekend's festivities. i said, sure...as long as she would be my fig. *grin* we're meeting at a dive bar around the corner beforehand, so at least neither of us will have to walk in the joint alone.

so then...why am i so nervous??

this town and these people hold
some of my best memories...probably the best of my entire k-12 experience. there will undoubtedly be some weirdnesses, but surely 20 years will have all but erased them from everyone's minds but mine...right?

i just wish i didn't care so much what people think. did you know that's genetic? yeah...i got it from my mother.

at the very least, the weekend promises to hold some amusing moments. they've planned the reunion around the annual
winding stairs festival, and the class of '83 will be riding a float in the parade.

i've been practicing my parade wave all week. *waving*
8:50 AM

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