Wellesley 5 year reunion was…a lot. In a good way. Fun, exhausting, comforting, melancholy-inducing, euphoric, and a whole lot of other stuff.
When we got onto campus on Friday, the first thing we did was get in the lake.
After our class dinner, we headed to a dance party on the quad, where we challenged several other classes to dance offs. We won.
On Saturday we rectified our hangovers with a flotilla on the lake.
Shunning the official dinner, we ordered Thai food and had our own banquet.
We ended the night with more dancing, which was to be expected.
Sunday was dedicated to the alum parade, where we all wore white like a creepy cult and cried when the old biddies were driven by in antique cars.
Along the way we laughed our asses off, sweated in the dorms, got nostalgic and sentimental, and vowed to not let another 5 years pass before we’re all together again.