I know, I know, I am getting old. You can just come right out and say it. You wouldn't be the first person to tell me that. But somehow having my 10-year high school reunion this year just makes me feel SOOOO much older. I wasn't planning on going to the event tonight because it was a pub crawl, and I don't drink. Maybe I should start at the beginning.
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| Me, Erin, and Greta |
I got into Bismarck late last night. My friend Colette and her dog Max picked me up at the airport. I slept in this morning, which felt good for only my second vacation day taken since I began working for the Department of State. At lunch time, Colette came back from work and we went to lunch. Later this evening we went to play Bunco with a bunch of women from church. I had never played before, but it was actually a lot of fun. We went to a house north of Bismarck.
On our way back, Erin texted me to say all the people she had seen. It was still early, so I asked Colette if she wanted to stop by. At first we were approached by one of the event organizers. To my surprise and accompanied by some snickers, he stated that her remembered us both (even though Colette went to high school in South Dakota), just he didn't remember names. I proceeded to tell him bluntly, you don't remember her, she didn't go to school with us. It was really good to see Erin, though.
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The sign says, No Drinks Beyond This Point
It is on the inside of this door. |
Later in the evening, we ran into Greta. Erin had already seen her, but she had wanted to see me because she couldn't make it to the events on Saturday. It was good to see her. After all, it has been 10 years.
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| This is what lies just beyond that door . . . lots of drinking |