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Entry for Saturday, May 3, 2003

Dear Diary,

I know I don't talk much about my personal life on here. I like having a public forum for my thoughts, but in reality I'm a very private person and would be pretty horrified if I found out that anyone I know IRL were reading this! So I'm going to keep this as detail-free as possible, but I thought it would be good fodder for comment discussions.

When I was in junior high, my friends and I ran a baby-sitting club. We called it... drumroll please... The Baby-Sitter's Club! :) It was half-business half-social-club. We pretty much did all the babysitting in our sleepy little New England town, and everyone in town knew that they could call up one of our thrice-weekly meetings and get in touch with not one, but anywhere from four to nine potential sitters at once.

This was all the idea of my best friend, K. She is a schemer and a planner and an idea person, and it has definitely served her well in life. Well, she has had another brainstorm - we are going to have a BSC reunion! The BSC broke up ten years ago, when we were all (well, the oldest of us) entering high school. Some of us stayed friends, some of us drifted apart like you do. Some people I'm still in close contact with (but no, they don't know about this blog either, and don't you go telling them!) and some people I'm not even sure where they went to college.

This should be interesting. So tell me, blog-buddies. Have you had a similar blast-from-the-past experience? How did it go? Was it awkward as all hell? Did you reunite with an old flame and now you're happily married with 2.5 kids? Was it the most fun of your life, but now that it's over you haven't seen them since?

I'll admit to being a little nervous about seeing all these girls (maybe one boy? An ex to boot, but I hear he might not make it) again, so tell me your stories.

Oh yeah, and K's other big idea is that each of us write a letter to each of the others. What do you write in a letter to someone you haven't talked to in eight years, and weren't that close to to begin with? Ack!