Sunday, September 7, 2008

Here's to You, Class of 1988!

This past weekend was my husband's 20-year high school reunion! Imagine! TWENTY years! Logistics were not in his corner, so he was not able to attend the big soiree, but I did my best to create a reunion-like evening:

We went to dinner, tho really, it should have been a crappier restaurant, to tell the truth. At the table, I attempted to show him a fake tattoo I was sporting. I suggested maybe we drink too much, and then I could talk on and on about myself for hours, lamenting the wrong turns and 'the one that got away.' Maybe we could each excuse ourselves from the table and meet in the back by the pay phone to make out. Perhaps later we could get a hotel room...

But we didn't do any of those things. Instead we drove out to the BLM office to measure how far that bike ride really will be. We had the windows down and the sunroof open when "My Best Friend's Girl (Friend)" by The Cars came on. He turned it up REALLY loud and we drove around being really obnoxious. While the song isn't necessarily time appropriate, the band certainly was. As evidenced by my husband' this picture. Here's to you, Class of 1988.


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