20th Class Reunion

I'll admit I had a few butterflies in my stomach in the elevator ride up to my class reunion. My friend and I both said we felt like we were in middle school going to our first dance wondering if anyone would talk to us.

My date for the evening:

I was disappointed in the fact that not many people showed up. There were only 24 of us I think, out of a class of 136. Three people flew in from Florida, Oklahoma and Las Vegas. I would have been super disappointed had I had to fly and no one showed up.

It was strange talking to people that I used to hang with on a daily basis all those years ago. It was also weird to not be known for my extreme weight loss. Only one person there knew that I had been super fat. He hadn't seen me in several months (we do business).

No one had really changed that much except for the guy who flew in from Las Vegas. He used to be a big dork, but the nicest guy in school. Now he's all hip and hot, but still nice. As I talked to him, I found out that he works for a sign company in Vegas. He works on the casinos putting 10 foot tall lettering on the sides of buildings, 50 stories up. Makes my job look easy. I found out that he had a huge crush on my friend who didn't make the reunion. He said she was his one regret in life. I always wondered why he hung around with us so much in high school.

I have to admit to having a crush on all 3 of these guys
at one time or another in my school career:

I did some ass shaking to an awesome band:

Someone decided to do a group picture and somehow we
all got hooked up. Check out all our legs entwined.

Here is the whole gang:

Lucky for me, I was able to talk my friend who graduated a year after us to come and crash the party. She took most of these pictures.

The night only got better when we left the restaurant and went to a local sleazy bar. There was a mechanical bull. You know I had to ride that thing and I was the first in my group to do it! I couldn't get my ass up on the bull to save my life. It was a long haul after getting tanked on only 4 drinks (for the entire night). The bull operator took pity on me and hiked my keester up. (I wasn't the only one with this issue, thankfully.) His only instructions were, when the head goes down, lean backwards. I think I've heard that somewhere before. It's much harder than it looks.

Mr.Sign showed up a little later and got a kick out of grabbing me and pretending like I had just picked him up. The guys were all overprotective and asking me about him. Hehe! I finally had to tell them that I've been married to him for almost 18 years.

More ass shaking ensued.

Last call came too quick and some of us decided to have breakfast. I've found that since weight loss surgery, Denny's food tastes like crap. Ugh! Not to mention that it took over an hour to get our food.

We didn't get home until after 4 am. I didn't get to sleep until 5 am. I think I need a nap.

***I realize that you have all seen this sweater before. I am limited in my clothing and I'm not buying any more than I have to until I stop losing weight. So, give a gurl a break***