Unexpectedly, in the Christmas and holidays season that has just past a month ago, one college classmates rounded up a few dozens of email addresses and sent us a simple greeting. It fell silent for several days. Then all of a sudden, responses cropped up here and there like weeds; they flourished. Some of us started missing-person-hunting, the name list just grew longer. The ensuing reminiscences and nostalgia has soon led to a handful of mini-reunions in Taipei. Surprisingly, it also turned out that there are three other classmates living in my state, mostly in the same area. As a matter of fact, one lives only 15 minutes drive away. So it is only natural that we four need to have a get-together. Another classmate from out of state not too far away will ride bus to join us too. That makes five of us for this gathering on Feb. 19.
In the spirit of celebrating our approaching mini-reunion, I have been thinking of an unforgettable event that I attended in CA last Nov.:
A friend held a hot-pot lunch party at her home for us high school classmates. The scheduled beginning time was 12:00 PM, but we all arrived early. Without any delay, we started the conversation right away and kept chatting through the hearty lunch and the afternoon. And then the sun set and the night fell, and the evening came. We kept on. Hungry? No problem. We took a break and finished up the second round of the hot-pot. Time had slipped through unnoticed. At long last, our eclectic conversation that had seemed to just start a short while ago was interrupted by the husband’s returning home. We soon got up and left for the door. But we continued the talk on outside the front door. Fifteen minutes had passed before we dragged our feet out of the porch. Left? No, it took us another 30 minutes to stride out of the sidewalk. Reluctantly.
The lunch party lasted from 11:45 AM to 8:30 PM. There were five of us then. Hmm, I bet the five of us this time will have a heck of good time too.
