So you want to hear the rest of the reunion story? You already know what happened on Friday night. Here’s how things went down (specifically, how *I* went down) on Saturday night. There’s photographic evidence that the evening started off well enough. We were at the Marriott Suites on Sand Key in Clearwater, and the reunion organizers had put together a nice buffet for us at one of the banquet rooms upstairs. That’s where the picture was taken, during the cocktail hour. My husband bought me a nice glass of Pinot Grigio and we sat there, making nice with all of his old friends. All of those guys we were with on Friday night cleaned up quite nice, and looked pretty slick in their shirts and ties. And of course, yours truly was looking pretty cute in her new Ann Taylor dress and fancy shiny shoes!

The buffet was nice – tons of food, yummy dessert. I ate. A lot. The organizers for the reunion stood up and did the whole who came the farthest, who lives the closest thing. One of the questions they asked was who had been together the longest. One couple had been together for 24 years – keep in mind, this was only the 20 year reunion. Yeah, they’ve been dating since middle school! I’m not sure if I should be in awe, or a little creeped out. Anyway…

After the food was done, and the standard reunion stuff was out of the way, the DJ kicked in. He was actually pretty good. He played a great mix of 80’s songs which were perfect for this class of 1987 crowd. I had long finished my wine, so Jim and his boys were buying me beer after beer after beer. And then SOMEONE (Steve) had the bright idea of doing a shot with me…and that’s the moment where I know it went downhill. Which brings me to this picture of me sitting on Jamie’s lap. It’s such a great illustration of how the whole weekend goes. How ANY weekend with these guys goes…LOL! (The look on my face means I’m either totally drunk, or that Jamie is the funniest person EVER. You decide.)

The DJ finally shut down, and we all got kicked out of the room we were in (I guess they rent those things by the hour)…and someone had the bright idea to round up the people left and go to Shepherd’s again. We got there and realized no one else had followed us, so we grabbed a cab to the beach bar. By this time, I should have called it quits, but I was trying to suck it up and hang with the boys. Screw that! I was teetering and seeing double, so no sooner did we get to the Beach Bar and I was DONE. (Here’s where the stories differ – Jamie SWEARS I feel asleep at the bar, but I know I was able to make it into the cab and back to the hotel)

And once we finally got back into our room, Jim did the nice thing and held my hair while I got up close and personal with the inside of the trash can. I sure hope he tipped the hotel maid extra for that clean up job! I paid for that good time until Monday evening. I’m too old to party like a rock star.

(Six years til my 20 year reunion. Think I can convince the boys to accompany me?)

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