The second 30th high school reunion planning meeting, of a progressive high school on Manhattan’s Upper West Side that no longer exists, is happening tonight.

It’s been in the works for months. Well, ever since the first planning meeting which was before Thanksgiving. In the interim more of my fellow graduates  have joined the group. It’s a growing movement, this 30th reunion planning. People have surfaced, the e-mail list has ballooned out to 20 people by now.

We’ll meet again at the home of our generous and prosperous classmate, who lives in an art-filled loft in the Gramercy Park area. It is sure to be a larger group this time. We’ll probably have a lot to share  about the friends and teachers we’ve unearthed.

The big question is: where to have the reunion. The school no longer exists though the building is now occupied by another school. We asked if we could use the school auditorium on a particular Saturday night in May but no go: it is booked.

So that will probably be item numerou uno on the agenda tonight. Also, how much will people be willing to pay to attend this event. Other topics may include: food, entertainment, guest list (do we invite other classes, etc.), are spouses invited, children? (Dang, you know someone’s going to want to/or have to bring their child).

There was talk of a reunion picnic on the Sunday after the reunion. But I think that’s out of favor for now.

So tonight’s the night. I feel like a mess. Have been working like a maniac all day. I feel bloated and out-of-shape.  I need a haircut, highlights, a manicure.

Yeesh. Should I even go?

Actually, I’m not filled with as much fear and loathing as I was the last time. It doesn’t feel quite as scary, quite as threatening.

I did it once and it wasn’t THAT bad.

Wonder who’s going to show up….