El Modena Class of 93 30th Reunion

Highway 39 in Anaheim

Saturday August 5th 6PM to 10PM

Hello Class of 1993! We are thrilled to announce that our 30th reunion will be held at the Highway 39 Event Center. Located in Anaheim’s Platinum Triangle District, Highway 39 is a museum-style fully Instagramable party venue which features a collection of classic American cars, vintage neon signs, original 1950’s gas pumps and Cushman scooters. Because let’s face it, if it didn’t happen on the Gram, FB, or TikTok did it ever really happen?

The Highway 39 Event Center is easily accessible via four major freeways. The venue is 12-miles from John Wayne Airport, and only a few blocks from Disneyland and the Anaheim Convention Center. There are ample hotel options nearby for those who do not have designated drivers, do not plan to Uber / Lyft, or are traveling from out of town. Don’t drink and drive.

As this will be an evening event, please come dressed to impress, i.e., cocktail attire!

You and Me & The Bottle Make Three

Two complimentary adult beverages – good for Red, Red, Wines (or whites), Champagne Supernovas, Beer Thirties or Gin & Juices. And, if those aren’t to your liking, there’s a full bar available throughout the evening. Credit cards accepted.

No matter how much you drink no having sex in the vintage automobiles.

Apps and Dinner Buffet (the Vampire Slayer)

Because you’re all that and a bag of chips, tell us what you want, what you really really want…Too late, we’ve already chosen the menu for you. We did ask you to join this committee and you didn’t so…Just know you’ll be fed – ‘nuff said. A vegetarian option will be avail. Vegans, please let us know if you have special dietary needs.

Groove is in the Heart

Vogue, Dance Dance Dance Like It’s Your Last Last Chance (because it likely is – we’re getting old eek), and come Turn this Mutha’ Out with us. We promise you’ll be Deee-lited with the music.

Hello Newman

Our class is getting properly roasted! No, we don’t mean in that way. We’re all getting comically roasted by your favorite comedian.

Time After Time

We planted a time capsule in 1993. Most of us don’t remember that happening either. Well, we’re cracking that baby open to see what’s inside. That alone should be worth the price of admission.