Joe Cioce (center, blue shirt) busts some moves. |
Most attendees described the event as awesome as they reconnected with old friends, swapped phone numbers and email addresses, and kept two bartenders hopping all evening. The dance floor (above) was never empty as classmates boogied, jived, shaked, rattled and rolled, ignoring the wear and tear of six decades on the planet and wind sprints on Krausche Field.
The DJ played his last song at midnight. The party-hearty stragglers -- about 40 -- drifted to room 411 for the after-party hosted by Adrienne Jacobs Graubard and Roger Graubard. Sue Henry opened the door to her hotel room to accommodate the over-flow crowd. The Rolling Stones would have been proud. (This reporter retired to bed at 2:30 a.m. and the wine was still flowing.)
Sunday morning, bleary-eyed classmates met for breakfast in the hotel dining room. More smiles. More tears. And many promises to meet once again for a reunion in 2018 (yes...that's right....four years from now when it will be the 50th graduation anniversary for the class of 1968).
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It's clear as black and white: that's Kris Delunas lighting up the dance floor. |
Willow Ave. neighbors: Nancy Reis Mann and Jeff Sperling. Nancy spent more than a decade in Asia. Jeff just retired. |
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