Peggy Sue Got Married

Phillip and I are watching Peggy Sue Got Married tonight. If you aren't familiar with the plot line, Peggy Sue passes out at her 25th reunion and wakes up in high school again. This got me to thinking about what it will be like when I've been out 25 years. It has already been 15, so I guess it isn't too much of a stretch!

For me, 25 years since graduation will be 2019. I will turn 43 that year, and Phil will turn 42. My kids will be turning 16 and 13 that year. I don't know yet what this country will be like, or what the cars will look like, or even which of my classmates will have passed away by then. I do know that I love my life and I can't wait to see what I'll be like at 43.

I'm not so sure I'm ready to imagine Miles behind the wheel of some sporty little thing she gets for her 16th birthday, but then again, I do have nearly 11 years to prepare myself.

I have to wonder, since we tend to see clothing styles come back into popularity, does that mean that in 2019, we'd be reviving the look of the mid to late '90's? I hope not, because I still regret those jean-cut velvet pants I wore on New Year's Eve 1996 (when Leigh Ann and I randomly flew to Tampa to ring in the new year; what were our parents thinking when they financed that shenanigan, I'll never know) and if you think for a second that I'll be reviving the looks that I wore out to fraternity parties at the old Sigma Chi, KA and SAE houses in said mid to late 90's, you have lost your ever-lovin' mind.

I would imagine that by then, sadly, I may not have my daddy anymore, as he'd be 87. (Sometimes I guess it doesn't pay to look to the future so much.)

Then again, I also imagine we'll have a 20th reunion instead of a 25th, which means I am more likely to be attending my next reunion in 2014...