A 35th high school reunion.
My husband’s class.
The graduating class of 400 meets every 5 years.
Reluctant to go.
Glad I went.
An opportunity to see a close group of people
happy to catch up with each other.
70’s music blasting.
Strangers made me feel welcome.
Meditations on Life 
Lots of contrasts here – I guess that happens when we revisit the past. So glad you did. Great post!
Why does it seem reunions are so “stressful?” You have captured it well in just a few short lines.
Reluctant, but then glad, how many times that is true. I need to step out of the reluctant more.
Yay for you taking this opportunity.