The decision to return to the past vis a vis your semi decadal class reunion is sometimes a mixed one. Personally I went to my 25th, had a phenomenal time along with closure but have no desire for another. I have however been to eight of my husband’s reunions. Yes, you read that right eight of them. And I have had a blast at each and every one.
My first experience was his 20th back in 1986; we had been dating about a year and I was very excited to go. That reunion (as most all of them have been) was a three day affair at the beach. The 20th was both a blast and a blur as we partied the entire weekend. I was 26 and he was 37.
We missed the 25th but returned to the 30th, 35th, 40th and 45th. Since classmates were growing older and sadly some were passing the decision was made that this grand old time should be held more often so there was a 46th and a 48th. We recently came back from the big one — his 50th class reunion. While there was much less partying going on and the weekend is clearly remembered it was just as much fun as the first one 30 years ago…
The great thing about being from Jacksonville is that you are really close to the beach and the Terry Parker class of 1966 has many fond memories from summers long ago when the development was non existent compared to the hustle bustle of the area today. This one was held at Ponte Vedra beach. We were among some of the first to arrive.
I always enjoy the first night of an event weekend since it’s usually a smaller crowd and more time for one on one conversations. We headed out to a local Italian favorite Caffe Andiamo and the dinner was beyond compare both company and culinary.
The “pan seared sea scallops wrapped in prosciutto with sauteed spinach, a truffle butter cream sauce and Italian fries” was heavenly. And uh the creme brulee I shouldn’t have had for dessert was perfectly caramelized.
Enough about my passion for food. By Friday morning more of his buds had arrived and plans were made for the start of the day.
Not everyone was game for a day at the beach but I headed out with Rick and one of his closest buds Ben for a fun afternoon. Pretty cool to see 2 dudes who’ve been good friends since 1955 still surfing and then getting a game of paddle ball in on the beach. Not bad for 67 years old.
That night we headed out to the Beach Diner for dinner and dancing. We even had a DJ; Ronnie — a classmate that puts on quite the array of music for every reunion. He takes requests and played mine for ‘Once Bitten Twice Shy’ with a gentle reminder “that’s not from the 60’s”.
Saturday we spent the morning and afternoon at the beach with another fun filled and action packed day. Then we styled out and got ready for the big night. Held at the Sawgrass Beach Club dinner was al fresco overlooking the Atlantic. The evening was rounded out with socializing down memory lane, reconnecting and of course more music and dancing.
All good things must come to an end but every reunion is finished off with an ‘until the we meet again’ leisurely breakfast. Terry Parker class of 66′ I feel like I belong. Been a lot of fun over a lot of years — thanks for making me feel like an honorary member. See y’all at the 52nd!