Deb, a.k.a. Leonna, and I drove from SacTown down I-5 to SoCal for this shindig, both of us certain without any reason that we were gonna have a great time…and we were right. The reunion was in Calabasas, which meant that we didn’t have to drive through too much of LA to get to where we were going. Plus, getting to Malibu from our hotel was easy.
We ate dinner Friday night at this cool, funky place in Malibu.
Malibu Beach, early morning
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Deb walked on the beach and I jogged. Then we both did some yoga.
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I ate brunch with the Chatsworth Class of ’72 Official Geek Squad. Or, AP English. (With thanks to Nancy Jewhurst for the photo).
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A bunch of us gathered at a local snack bar for a bite before visiting the old school.
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A pang of sorrow pierced my breast when I saw that the vacant lot across from Chatsworth High where I’d smoked every day before school had become just another suburban tract house.
Or maybe it was heartburn from the food at Brent’s Deli, scene of the brunch, or from the root beer float I had at the Munch Box. Who knows?
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Then we went to the school. Yikes! My prevailing emotion was happiness–not from recollecting the good times, but from realizing that I’m an adult and I never have to be trapped someplace so awful again. Freedom is a wonderful thing.
The photos make the place look far more pleasant than it is. It’s fenced. There’s concrete.
Deb at school
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That evening we went to the big event–the reunion itself, which was held at the Sagebrush Cantina.
Flyer and nametag, so people who were stoned for three years could recognize each other.
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Having been out of it for most of the three years I attended HS, to say nothing of the prior three years in middle school, I recognized few but those I did, I absolutely adored seeing again. My classmates are lovely people.
The guys seemed to favor Hawaiian shirts. Can you say “aloha” after six beers?
Thanks, Nancy, for the photos.
Lisa 
After drinking a beer, socializing to the max and eating some decent Mexican food, I danced to a retro band for the rest of the night. Had a great time!
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The next day, Sunday, I visited a park and the Getty Villa in Malibu before returning home on Monday. Waaaahhhhh!!!!
All in all, I had a great weekend I was sorry to see end.
