10 yr Reunion

I think this was the first year ever that rain hadn't interrupted the 4th of July weekend. It was perfect weather to be out and hang at the beach, so we did just that. Picnics, BBQ's and fireworks is what its all about. However I was somewhat disappointed being a MN resident... state law only allows the sale and use of ground fireworks. So we had our own lame display of entertainment prior to the big show put on my the city. Next year I'll be sure to make a trip over the boarder to smuggle in a decent display.
This past weekend was not only a lovely 4th of July event but it was also my 10 year High School Reunion/All school reunion. Having graduated from a class of only 46 people, it wasn't a big to do, but still loads of fun. We gathered at the local watering hole Thursday night to plan out the weekends events, which included conspiring and constructing a float for the parades on Saturday. Apparently the purpose of these parades is to see who can soak the other floats the most. Its safe to say the class of '98 won this award... with a big thanks to the men in our class, we literally drenched all the surrounding floats and then some. They had four 50 gallon drums full of water, using 5 gallon pails and ice cream buckets to get the job done. As you can imagine there was retaliation, so we got wet as well, but not near as wet as others. Sounds a bit foolish, I know... but it was fun. It reminded me of the waterballon fights we used to have as kids and in high school... Not much else to do in a town of 400. It was scorching hot, so one didn't really mind getting wet, unless it was a water grenade coming at you 50 mph... A girl on our float was nailed by just that, and instantly bruised. I was somewhat lucky as I escaped the bruising, but took a few bucketfuls as well.

Aside from the foolishness, I caught up with some old friends and had a few good laughs about the "good ol days." It was somewhat weird to see the "boys" in our class all grown up and with wives/kids. For some reason my mind had never pictured them as men, and husbands. I still had the picture of these baby faced lads, who need to shave only once a month (Adam) ;-) During these last tens years we've gone our separate ways, and made different friends, but at some point we all come back to these childhood friendships and relive our younger years.