{Emily and I may or may not be on the alumni association at our old school, and may or may not have taken this for the development director. . .}
I write about high school more than is normal for a 25-year-old.
Here is the thing, though: if you had the kinds of friends from high school that I do, you'd write about it, too.
While some of the usual suspects were missing (and greatly missed) at the 'Stravaganza this year, we still ate plenty of chili and drank plenty of wine, told the same stories yet again, and laughed. A lot.
I think my favorite part may have been at the very end, when there were just five of us, sitting around, eating pavlova and drinking beer. Emily and I may have changed into pj's. Anyway, I just sat there and was struck once again by how lucky I am. I met these people more than ten years ago, and they still come to parties I throw where the only game plan is drinking wine and eating lots of food.
And we still have fun, every single year.
{To the left. . . and to the right. . . We're silly}