So, the internal fear of going to the reunion and not remembering a single soul was completely unfounded. Tonight we had a little get-together at a local park, and it was delightful. It was crazy to see people who I haven’t laid eyes on in two decades. Everybody looked great, as they should, and it was fun discovering memories that have been forgotten for so long. Class of ’88 rocks!
We gathered for a group photo on the float that we’ll be riding tomorrow in the hot, hot, hot weather. I’ve already warned people that’ll I’ll be complaining loudly when I start to sweat like a pig. Nobody seemed to be surprised. Huh.
Lloyd is under strict instructions to whistle and yell ‘Hubba hubba’ as the float passes by. 🙂