Reunion Weekend

So it's been a long weekend, but a good one.  Friday Grandma Barb took Morgan and went to Portland.  While it felt weird, as we're already two children down,  it was good.  We had a busy weekend planned and he'd have been somewhere other than with us for most all of it anyway.  

Friday night we met up with 20+ people from Pat's graduating class of '88.  We had a fun time talking with everyone.  I enjoyed it because I got to crash a party I otherwise wouldn't have been invited to attend.  It was funny, most people didn't recognize me and so it was fun to watch them squirm for just a second trying to figure out why they should know me.  I didn't leave people hanging for long.  I'd just politely explain who I was and that Pat and I were married.   As soon as I said my name most were like, "holy cow, you look great, and the two of you are married?  Wow, never saw that happening!"  It was fun to see peoples reactions.

Saturday morning we got up much earlier than we'd have liked to and drove back south to go to coffee with the group.  It was nice, but not nearly the same amount of people showed up.  I'm certain it had to do with the fact that many of them stayed and closed the bar.  Some of the people who came looked a little tired.  I'm certain we were in that group as we had gotten home the night before at just before midnight.

Then it was off to play golf for a lot of the class.  Others were treated to a very off the cuff  tour of the High School/Middle School.  They had wanted to include this with the weekends events  but couldn't ever get it confirmed.  It just so happened that since Pat works there, he had keys.  Everyone was interested to see the changes and a little shocked by some things that hadn't changed at all (the smell in the Chemistry room).

Later Saturday night there was a very nice dinner, slide show and dance back at the bar/restaurant.  Pat and I had more good conversation with old friends, made some new ones and made plans to get together with some who are closer than we ever knew.  We laughed at pictures of all of the '88 grads during their H.S. days and then we wound up on the dance floor more times than I can count.  It had to be a record for Pat being the non-dancer (at least in public).  

I was a bit shy about dancing (not my usual style) considering it wasn't my reunion.  I felt a bit more like a crasher when it was mostly '88 grads on the dance floor.  One of my old friends started calling me out though and I wasn't about to turn her down.  We had a blast.  We danced to all the great songs of our H.S. years and we laughed at the guys who still played their air guitars.  

Then early Sunday morning we drug ourselves out of bed and drove to Portland and out to Trojan Park for Pat's family reunion.  By this time I was more than a little dazed.  We met up with family we hadn't seen in a year and it was a lot of fun.  We made plans to see people sooner rather than a whole year from now and ate lots of great food.  

We are so happy to be home.  We're happy to have Morgan back with us.  We don't have a supper busy day tomorrow so we'll probably lounge as much as possible and catch up on the sleep we missed over the weekend.