Surprisingly, most people looked the same! Faces remained mostly unchanged. Body types stayed consistent. I shocked myself by remembering many names (first AND last).
I was most interested to see how hairstyles (and color) had changed. A few folks had the exact same hairstyle I remember from highschool! Honestly, it looked good on them then, and it still looks good on them now. At least two ladies told me that they didn’t color their hair (pretty unusual for 38-year-old women). But then there were those that had made dramatic changes. One long-time brunette (I’ve known her since grade school) was blonde and it confused me every time I saw her. The real redheads were no longer as fiery, but there was a group of new (faux) redheads (including myself) to brighten the group. The men weren’t as interesting, but, predictably, there were a few who had lost all their hair and at least one who sported a new-to-me shaggy mane.
Finally, there was one man who was completely unrecognizable. In fact, he looked so unlike the boy I remembered, that Beefy and I consulted the yearbook when we got home and concluded that he was an imposter. Why anyone would crash a high school reunion in Longview, Washington is beyond me, but maybe he was a spy. Or he has assumed the real Ryan M.’s identity so that he can go to space, like Ethan Hawke in Gattaca. Or maybe he crashes reunions like those guys in Wedding Crashers, hoping to score. I’m sure there is an exciting story, there.
No one seemed surprised by my appearance (or accused me of being an imposter), so I’m going to assume I look just like my 17-year-old self (although with different hair).
Dress, Parker. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Prabal Gurung for Target. Sunglasses, Girlprops. Earrings, California State Fair. Bag, Apt 9.
Photos by Beefy Muchacho