… and it was a pleasant surprise!
I swore I wasn’t going to go, for reasons of, you know, insecurity. I had this image in my mind that it would be an extremely awkward affair, and that people might give me weird looks and whisper about me and snub me, or make weird comments to/about me. “Oh, you know what I heard about *her*?” That a lot of them would be uber-religious and judgmental acting. That all the cliques would be cliqued back up and cordoned off at their own tables all night and it would feel like the lunchroom all over again. I was quasi suicidally depressed for a great deal of high school and felt like I had nothing in common with anyone and that I was kind of a misfit/outcast and that most people probably hated me …
So, unless everyone was just blowing smoke all last night (which could be likely haha), a LOT of people felt the same way I did, and a good deal of it was all in my mind. And everyone didn’t hate me after all. It probably helped too that the people that I DID have a strong dislike for in high school didn’t show. If they HAD I would have still expected them to be nice to me, because for $100 admission, they’d BETTER!
I’m really glad I went, b/c of all the “rumors” (probably mostly true haha) that I was afraid people would mention to me, I heard a LOT of wild stories about my classmates that pretty much trumped mine. To protect the innocent, I won’t go into details, but I went to school with a lot of pretty wild people. And, really, some pretty cool ones. We started swapping stories of our (and others’) hellraising and everyone was like “I would have NEVER expected that of YOU! (or him/her) We’re really all the same after all!”
H. and I actually came away with the feeling that we left with more friends than we came with. And really, this is why I decided to go, to place new memories with the faces.
Also, I can’t end this without mentioning that I was pleasantly surprised at how GREAT everyone looked. People always say, oh, all the popular kids will be fat and old and etc., but that wasn’t the case. H. actually thought there were a lot of hot chicks there. “I’m so glad I held out for my mountain girl!,” he said. “You come from good stock.” 
Awesome! Glad it was a pleasant surprise for you!
I think the reunion was a smashing good time. I concur, that had you not gone, it would never have been revealed that so many more cool people were just as cool and miserable as you were.