“Joooooooy (C’mon, c’mon, here we go)…and pain. (pump, pump, pump, pump it up). Sunshi-ii-iine …and rain.” (Keep it goin’, keep it goin’ now)
The sweet rhymes of Rob Base (above), Bell Biv Devoe, and Sir Mix-A-Lot pumped from the hotel conference room while a smattering of almost-40-year-olds laughed at the hot jams from our high school days and attempted to “bust a move” in our cocktail attire.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is your 20-year high school reunion.
“So what are you doing these days?” echoed around the room all night long. Thanks to Facebook most of us had at least the general outline of each other’s lives, but a couple of my girlfriends and I thought it might be a good idea to add bullet points to our name tags to avoid having to explain some of the details over and over again. Such as, “Divorced.” “No kids.” “Happy about it.” Or, in my case, “I’ve had every job there is, but now I write.”