This past weekend we attended Bryan’s 20 year high school reunion. It was pretty much as expected -- this is one arena that Hollywood really has nailed, as every movie I’ve ever seen depicting a high school reunion is pretty much exactly as it is in real life. Margarita fueled small talk and bad bar-b-que buffet aside (this is Texas after all, and we remind you every chance we get), it was not a bad time.
Sadly there were no high school girlfriends present, which was my major motivator for agreeing to attend, so I only got to check out the girl Bryan kissed after a rousing game of third grade spin the bottle. Yes, there were people there from THIRD GRADE. I’m sorry but my gypsy upbringing just can’t wrap my head around that.
A side effect of the weekend long reunion festivities was that Audrey got to spend the evening with Ann and Sam (as in the infamous “daises on her birthday Sam” from the photo below.) They spent most of the night pushing Audrey’s new doll around in her little stroller, which is thrilling, as Ann and I are busy devising a scheme to ensure Audrey and Sam marry. Not anytime soon of course. Texas isn’t Utah after all.
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