My 20th high school reunion was a bonfire party held at the home of a classmate. But! What made it totally surreal and awesome was that my high school BFF used to live at that farm and I spent my teen years going to her barn parties. In fact, she had a huge party when we all graduated from college and I am pretty sure I had too much to drink and peed in the field. So, good memories.
In a total retro mind f*ck, Ben and I got a ride there from my dad who also came to pick us up. JUST LIKE HIGH SCHOOL.
Because of the magic of Facebook, I knew generally what everyone is up to and what they looked like. Although, like me, everyone looks different when you see them from the neck down. I had a great time talking to old friends and meeting their spouses. I am definitely pro-reunion.
Ben and I wanted to not drink beer because we are WI beer snobs, so we made a cooler full of cosmos, which was an excellent social lubricant.
If only real life was selfies. I wouldn't ever worry about my thigh arms again.
This one is cute, and I planned to take pics like it all night. But, alas.
Ben decided he was a guy named Brad and Brad had a fantastic time. Until he wasn't going to anymore and we had to go home. Some things never changed.