So, the reunion has come and gone, and I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. People were perfectly nice and very appreciative of all the work the people on the organizing committee put forth. And I mean GENUINELY appreciative. I was thanked constantly all night and I was happy people had a good time. I wouldn't say I had a great time, mostly because I'm a control freak and I didn't really relax until the last hour. I was a little tipsy, too, and fear I made a bit of a fool out of myself.
Friday night, when the group hit town and spent the night drinking in a local bar, was much more fun for me than the official catered party which was last night. It was relaxed, informal and there weren't any little details to worry about. But I also know I'm not being fair. I'm a little hormonal, I'm experiencing the let down from two constant weeks of stress and I know my vision about the main event is clouded. I'm sure I will feel differently in a week or two when everything calms down and I'm not so tired. Maybe I'll be able to focus on the people who deserve the effort. People like the ones who were my friends thirty years ago and the new friends I've made because I worked on making the reunion happen. There were classmates I was truly happy to see after such a long time, men and women who are fun and interesting and I hope we won't lose touch again.
The bad points? I will say that two people from last night will appear in my next book and it may not be pretty.
That's one way to dump the baggage, eh?
I once "killed" a despised coworker in one of my stories. It's very cathartic.
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Thanks, Patty. I'm working on a post about how sometimes it's really hard to separate life from art. I don't know if either of the two subjects will be dead by the end of the next book, but I'm going to have some fun with this.
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