So we had a good time on our trip to MD. Thanks to everybody who showed up for Friday’s dinner… it was simply awesome realizing that there are still some really good friendships with people who knew us when we knew nothing. Special thanks to Justin & Kelly, Jon & Michelle, Jen & Andy, Patty & John, Andrea & Genna, and those who made it to J & K’s house after the dinner to just talk the night away. You guys all rock.
I have more pictures than the ones below (many more!) but I think I want to just get the gallery module working on my blog to make this easier… converting each photo to thumbnail and web-reduced version by hand takes too much time.
Our first night in town, we sit down to sing through “Once More With Feeling”, the score to the Buffy The Vampire Slayer musical of the same name.
Justin sings his heart out as Giles. I believe this was “So tell me… Where do we go from here?”
Tickling ivories.
Christy went to the DC Mormon temple on Friday morning.
Self-portrait. I’ve gotten uglier with time.
She’s gotten prettier.
The dinner gang relaxes. Missing from picture is Kelly, at bottom left. You can see her and the bun in the oven in the first picture.
Andy & Jen strike a pose for the camera.
Relaxing at Coldstone with Andy, Jen, Justin, and Kelly.
This was the majority of the attendees at the 2006 QOHS 1991 15-year high school reunion. Can anybody name everyone from left to right? (Check it out in hi-resolution. 1.6 megabytes.)
A Real Wild Child. I won’t identify who she is online, but I just love this picture.
Christy, Laurie, and Bryan.
We also got a little video of the blackmailable “Chicken Dance” at the QOHS 15 year reunion for the class of 91:
Watch the silly 2 minute video. It is rather large, and is NOT a streaming video; dialup users beware.
— Matthew P. Barnson – – – – Thought for the moment: The difference between sentiment and being sentimental is the following: Sentiment is when a driver swerves out of the way to avoid hitting a rabbit on the road. Being sentimental is when the same driver, when swerving away from the rabbit hits a pedestrian. — Frank Herbert, “The White Plague”