Well, I did it again. I let days turn into weeks without blogging. Patience my little grasshoppers, patience. Rome wasn't built in a day and my quest to blog on the daily won't happen over night either. Enough.
So it's Thursday, not too long ago, when I was fresh out of school (no smart alec remarks from the peanut gallery) I used to refer to Thursday as "Friday eve" and treated it as such. My friends and I would get out of work and head to one of the trending bars of the month, where we would proceed to contemplate life and the injustices in the world and even have heated debates over such important quandaries as "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" and lest we forget one of my favorites, "Why did the Chicken cross the road?" These and other lively discussions took place while imbibing in alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol. Good times back then. And then, just like that, it's 2015 and you are suddenly forty-something and your thirty year high school reunion is staring you in the face. No that's not a typo, I meant to type Thirty. Oh god. I graduated from high school thirty freaking years ago guys!
I was in the graduating class of 1985 from Incarnate Word Academy. (IWA). IWA is the oldest Catholic all girls school in Houston. Yes friends, I attended this very prestigious high school and no, unlike some of my classmates, I was not forced to go there by my parents. I went there by choice and because I took the entrance exam and passed. Alleluia. Don't laugh, getting into that school was tough back then. Actually, I think it's tougher today. Anyway, I loved going there and I will always be thankful to my parents for working two to three jobs sometimes, just so I could attend that school. Hell, they sent all four of us (my siblings) to private schools. I think there should be a monument created in their honor, in all parents honor that worked their ass off for their kids education.
But I digress.
So tomorrow we are getting together at a local restaurant/bar to start off the evening and then take it where our spirit moves us. (see what I did there?) I am looking forward to seeing my old classmates. It's always as if time stands still whenever we get together, be it for a happy hour or some type of special occasion. When we see each other, we may be older (ahem, not one word) but we are all still the same. We laugh and laugh, reminiscing about the nuns and our antics and the teachers and the scandals. The football games we attended at St. Thomas, (IWA's brother school is St. Thomas High School, the oldest Catholic all boys school in Houston) the ever infamous school dances, the pep rallies, so many different memories. But the best memory, for me anyway, is the bond that was made with these girls. Some of us are wives, moms, grandmothers (hot ones), some are now in heaven, but what we created lives on in our hearts. We really are sisters. Some of my best friends (to this day) were made there. I just can't get it through my head that it's been that many years. Can you? I don't even look a day past (pause for dramatics) twenty-five at least. (Oh shut it)
So here's to the class of 1985 -Sisters of the Incarnate Word -that's what we are. Falcon pride (our mascot) never dies.
Oh yeah, I know you're all wondering if what they say about Catholic school girls is true. Yes. All of it. It's true.