That guardian angel just won't stop working, will she? (Someone give her a raise.)

Tonight I am preparing for a little trip.

Tomorrow I am driving several hours to spend the weekend wrapped in 1981. Waiting for me in Pittsburgh, Oregon, will be many members of the sorority that was such an important part of my life while in college.

We will meet some of the girls who pledged before us, and many, many, many who pledged after us.

We will talk about midnight kidnappings, pledging challenges, hell night, formals, boyfriends, husbands, children, divorces, loss, life and love.

We will listen to Boz Scaggs, The Commodores, ELO, The Cars, Captain and Tenille, Abba, Hall and Oates, Styx and Leo Sayers.

We will remember the end of the world “Three Mile Island” party; the attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan, the marriage of prince Charles and Lady Diana, and the Friday afternoon trips to Nardos followed by the mandatory Steve Martin album and then the pre-party blasting of The Cars. We will most likely see who can recite the Greek Alphabet a hundred times before the match burns out, and possibly walk across some eggshells. I can't be sure. One of TWO of us MIGHT have a cocktail or two, and there may be a beer or two in the vicinity.

We will return to the very moment in our lives when we were young, beautiful, naïve, eager, curious, and hopeful; the particular moment in time when our hearts were still in tact.

And for these few hours we will bask in the knowledge that we are all still here- continuing our incredible journey. But we will be reminded of a very, very important thing.

We are not alone.

And when you have a thousand sisters? We will be reminded that we should never feel alone again.

Now, someone start the music. This lady is ready to dance.