so as you have gathered, i made it back from my reunion. i think maybe thirty or thirty-five actual classmates were there, and of course spouses and significant others filled out the crowd. it was not a spectacular event, but i am glad i went, if for no other reason than to be able to say i have now procured beer from a keg. i know what you're thinking, but what can i say? i was a real stick in the mud during my college days. as i'm sure a few of you could confirm.

 

there was mingling, and then there was eating, and then there was more mingling. the mingling redux actually consisted of one third of the crowd browsing through sheets of individual updates, binders of old high school newspapers, and a complete archive of yearbooks starting in KINDERGARTEN. [if you're confused: we have a small school system. one elementary, one middle school, one high school. and i wouldn't have it any other way]. the other two thirds of the crowd was crowded around the keg in the back, talking and watching the osu-penn game. so for a few hours i was able to catch up with a few people i hadn't seen for awhile -- some for the full ten years -- and had some good conversations. all in all it was kind of a surreal experience to see some of these people again. and, yeah, i'll probably go to the twenty year reunion too. i blame it more on thoroughness than excitement.

 

in other news on connecting, i finally bit the bullet and bought a laptop, which i have been tinkering with all week. next on the list: wireless router. anyone got a spare? 

apparently in second grade i had been voted Most Likely To Write The Great American Novel. hmmmmm.

 

also, in male/female split categories senior year, i was voted both Funniest and Most Sarcastic.

 

okay, so maybe some things DO stay the same.

so, i'm not quite as neurotic as this entry will make me seem, but i figured this would be entertaining enough to post. i'm going to my ten year reunion on saturday and just what the hell do you wear to a ten year reunion? i cannot possibly convey my much improved wardrobe, nor my much improved general awesomeness since 1997 in one evening. at worst, i would like to at least not look like a schmuck. this is my goal. so, readers. welcome to my over-planning world.

 

notes on the event: saturday, 6-12pm. forecast: 50°F and clear. [read: brrrrr!]. i grew up in a small rural town [read: not fancy]. graduating class of about one hundred [read: no strangers]. it's at the american legion hall [read: again, not fancy].

 

opinions? please don't ask me why i look so angry in the last three because i don't know. my look serious and/or unaffected expressions often end up as man, what's HER problem? le sigh. i think mostly it was a combination of wondering when the timer was going off, and getting tired of resetting the camera for every shot. and my camera is conveniently not flat on any surface except for the very bottom, which gives the last shots a nice tilted effect, no?

 

this seems obvious, but click for larger views. 

 

                      

               

 

i also know the pictures don't match up top to bottom but honestly don't you think i've already spent far too much time on this already?

 

the polls are open! 

if you're looking for an explanation... there isn't one, really.

it's a stuffed lion squished into a jar.
only one of many poses.
i love it.

 

[i blame the sleep deprivation]. 

it's 7am. i'm back on site for our self-imposed 36-hour movie filming. it's quiet. everyone who stayed must still be asleep. i should go make coffee but i never quite get the ratios right with the drip coffeemakers anymore. i'm used to the quiet, but it's a little odd when you know there are people around. i hear a car pulling into the drive. the house is beginning to stir. i'm off.

i'm surprised i've never used the phrase "midwife crisis" any earlier than three hours ago.