Roussin 25th (and a bit) Anniversary Reunion
Remember the messy girl who wouldn’t tie her shoes in grade two and cried when the teacher made her answer math questions in grade 5? She’s an accountant now and people trust her with millions of dollars of their hard-earned money.
Or the guy who spilled his lunch on your new sweater in grade eight? He runs a chain of dry-cleaners. You have your shirts done at one of his places every week and don’t even know he’s making good for his mistake.
Or the cool guy who drove the Camaro? Or the girl with the amazing hair and the oh-my-gawd! tight jeans? They’ve moved on, too. Had families, made money, fallen in love, stayed single, lost fortunes, paid taxes, got divorced, built careers, had more kids, gone their own ways. Every one of them has a story.
Aren’t you curious?
Well, a bunch of guys from the Roussin class if ’82 were curious enough to get together for dinner just before Christmas. They told their stories, heard some good ones and laughed like hell. Old rivalries? Forget it. It turns out that at 43, you’re never more at ease as you are with the people who knew you when you were twelve. Or seventeen.
And by the end of the evening, they all looked *exactly* the same as they did in ‘82…
