Monday, October 4, 2010
Actually it was in a bar. Fifty or so women. Working mothers, wives, single women, stay at home mums to babies and some with teenagers. Students, nurses, lawyers, a hairdresser, doctor, social workers, a naturopath. Some planning weddings, others divorced and splitting the care of their kids, some already mourning the loss of a parent - all women in their late thirties getting on with the business of life.
I thought it was a fabulous night. I hope it was just as good for everyone else. I was lucky enough to love school but I remember those who probably didn't. The teenage years can be tough. Sometimes just the thought of it makes me go a little cold. I'm pretty glad to be the age I am. Remind me of that as I slide to forty...
There were a few who didn't want to come, some we couldn't track down and others like me who flew in for the night.
I thought we all looked good - and I didn't drink much so it wasn't the wine! Some have aged amazingly well. It's probably a little late too ask what their secret is... sunscreen and good genes I suspect.
Wrinkles aside it's comforting to realise that people don't seem to change much. Thirty three years on I still don't quite know how to smile for a photo.