The Cocktail Party
Almost six years after we graduated, most of my friends from high school have left Ottawa for new adventures. I left for a short while too, but opted to come back to finish the college program that I was enrolled in. I also missed my city.
Twice a year, my friends return to visit with their families and friends -- at Christmas and in the summer -- but my favourite reunion takes place in November. At one point, it seemed that all of them had moved to Toronto, and those that had not made it to the big city were not living far away. The annual cocktail party was born. Everyone gathered in Toronto to get dressed up according to the theme (which now changes yearly), mix and drink crazy concoctions, and catch up on the news (gossip). The first year it was a fairly small affair, 50 or 60 people in a two-story house. In 2001, there were over 100 invitees, and the house was bursting at the seams. I am glad I got my invitation that first year, because they just cannot fit anyone else in that house.
I count myself lucky that I only have to wait a matter of months and occasionally a year to be reunited with my friends from high school. Now that everyone is “growing up,” getting married, starting their careers, and settling down away from Ottawa, it’s comforting to know that I’ll see them all soon.
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