Reunions...

Last weekend, I crashed the 89 reunion. Tracey Bush asked me to come up for it, and Derek Hodges went too, so there was just no way I WASN'T going.

It was so much fun I could hardly believe it! Derek started my night off by getting me drunk as a skunk, which hasn't happened in ages.

And since I was drunk, my brain wasn't firing on all 8 cylinders...I asked Derek if he would take me for a ride in his plane.

When I sobered up, I just prayed he didn't remember that little conversation.

Unfortunately for me, he did. So we made plans to go up yesterday. I was absolutely terrified. Derek called Thursday night to tell me we couldn't go up Friday because the starter was out in the plane.

Talk about dodging a bullet. *whew* But I promised him I'd go up with him next time. Maybe I'll have found my nerve by then.

THEN to compound this week's stupidity...only this time I was sober when I opened my big mouth...Noel Charpentier asked if he could start going to the gym with me.

SURE...that'd be GREAT!!

Did I mention Noel is a fireman and is going to probably have to drag me around the gym, broken and battered? What the heck was I thinking? Oh that's right, I wasn't. *rolls eyes*

but at least it will be fun.

January I am still looking at a mini reunion with Aaron, Brandon and DJ. And then of course the big reunion over the summer. I am sooooooo looking forward to seeing some beautiful, wonderful faces that I haven't seen in far too long.

I've learned that I LOVE reunions. I think I may be gettin' addicted.