While heading back to Princeton for my husband's ten year college reunion this weekend, I thought back to his five year one where we danced, partied and sang atop tables until the wee hours of the morning. Now five years later, there was a dramatic change in scenery.
The beer was prominent and the music made my body bounce since the bass caused the ground beneath my feet to vibrate. But, the nursing mothers, stroller brigades and pregnant bellies that cavorted around the campus became more obvious than beer games.
To see pictures of the evident baby tide,
There is a well-known tradition called the "P"–rade. It is one of the few events that kiddos can enjoy just as much as their parents. Families and their classmates march down the main street of campus dressed up in similar orange and black gear with tiger tails draped from onesies. In years past, people sat back and drank until their class was allowed to join the P–rade. This year, mothers nursed, potty seats were scattered amongst the bark and leaves, diapers were tossed and non–alcoholic beers were consumed by the six packs. Still, most of the men, non–expecting mothers and single ladies partook in the debauchery.
Looking forward to a twenty year reunion, I know the strollers will still be around, but grade school children and small rugrats will rule the roost. Nostalgic about the old days, wrinkled and tired parents will likely be air guitaring to "Living on a Prayer" and sighing, "Remember the 10th? We were so young."