Here’s a piece I wrote for Scary Mommy about my recent college reunion:
Last weekend, fueled by cheap alcoholic punch, bad nachos, and something magical called Insomnia Cookies (unrelated: Where have these been all my life?), I found myself singing and dancing like no one was watching, with 100-plus of my nearest and dearest friends.
This happens every five years, when my friends and I descend en masse on our alma mater and celebrate a big anniversary (this one was No. 35) of our cherished a cappella singing group. And go ahead, laugh all you want about the dorkiness of a cappella singing. For me, it continues to be one of the most important things I’ve done in my life.