Would you believe I stayed up until 4:30 in the a.m. Saturday night? After shooting for 12 hours?! I woke up Sunday and couldn’t remember a thing, convinced I must have drank 73 shots of tequila and how did I get home anyways!? Oh, yea. I drove myself. I was sober. I’m just getting old.
Darn it.
It was a crazy, fun weekend. I wasn’t able to go to our official high school reunion, but a group of people were kind of enough to carry on the festivities for my sake since I had to work so late. I never knew it’d be so much fun catching up with old friends. We decided that we’ve all evolved for the better, but we’re all – for the most part – the exact same. And, that’s why it was so easy for us all to pick up like yesterday was the best summer day ever in 1999.
I drove back to Cincinnati yesterday afternoon still hungover from my night of getting inexhausticated (that’s not cheesy. that’s funny.) with a million reminded memories in my head. Most made me laugh out loud, some made me cringe (okay, more than some) and the rest made me want to homeschool my kids. Eeek!
Oh, and Chili … well, she just enjoyed the scenery.
Happy Monday!
jc
