Grand Island Senior High Class of 1992

How I will break them of this I don't know, but its so cute, I don't really care.

We left last Thursday to drive back to John's hometown for his 20 year high school reunion.  I didn't really know what to expect, I figured I'd have fun, but was really just looking forward to seeing family that I hadn't seen for 6 months.

Other than short naps and a 3 year old still refusing to wear anything on her private parts, the drive up was fairly uneventful.  We got there in good time, about 6 hours for a drive that used to take 4 1/2 for just John and I.  Now we have to stop and get the kids out and eat a meal, which isn't a terrible deal when you haven't eaten out in a restaurant for a month!

The kids having a ball on the trampoline at Uncle Kurt & Aunt Robyn's.

The first and last nights were spent with Grandpa and were great.  The next two nights were event nights so John's brother and wife took all 3 kids overnight.  It was super, but we still woke up at 7am and got going as soon as we could to get back to the kids.  With the help of a Starbucks these mornings were bearable and any excess alcohol was negated with a mocha and breakfast sandwich (did I really used to do that EVERY weekend??!).  Saturday morning with John's brother and wife was particularly great because the weather was nice, and we spent all morning outside with the kids and visiting with each other.

Grandpa and Will, bonding at bedtime.

Friday night the Grand Island Senior High Class of 1992 met at a bar the size of my living room.  We were apprehensive.  However, having been to this bar before, it's one of those places you know is going to entice a good time (like Charlie Hooper's).  It was wall to wall people, which was good because you basically had to talk to anyone who moved passed you.  Saturday night was the formal thing.  It was okay.  The people were fun and we did our fair share of participating, but they had a really loud DJ and it was just too formal.  I sound terribly old right?  But it was like a bad wedding.  I know at my reunion, I'm going to want to talk to people, not scream at them over some crap ass techno shit that wasn't even popular in the 90's, nor should it be now (because it really is total crap).  This was my least favorite part of the weekend.  More positively, my favorite part was Friday night into Saturday morning.  I'd like to relive that again soon.

Note - this is close to the end of the evening.

Like I said, I didn't know what to expect, but I had a really good time.  I know my husband comes from good stock and was raised in a very stable community full of salt of the earth people.  The whole of the people I met were very well put-together and the lot of them looked excellent for being almost 40.  Not that 40 is old, now that I'm only 4 years away, but these people don't look like what I expect 40 to look like.  They looked great.  They came from all over the country - world even - one guy lives in Japan, one London, and one Playa del Carmen.  All seemingly down to earth, good people.

What I learned about my husband through this was more interesting, however less unexpected.  I know John's personality and I always imagined he was the kind of good guy that knew everyone to some extent.  This proved to be true.  Of course his two closest friends were there, but it seemed he was friends with a good portion of the others as well. Not at all surprised that my good guy knows a lot of good people.  All in all it reminded me a lot of my own high school class.  A bunch of great people, living their lives as best they can, still keeping in touch with their roots, but living adventurously in whatever way they deem appropriate for themselves.  It was nice meeting you all GISH 1992.  We look forward to 2022.