So, Andrea had her 20 year reunion this past weekend. All 60 people in her class were invited to attend. I think we had more people in our men's bathroom at any given time then she had in her graduating class, but, that's a small town for you.
Another way it's a small town for you is when they have a parade for the graduating class. Yet another way it's a small town, is when your entire graduating class is paraded throughout town on a flatbed trailer.
And yet another way it is a small town, is when Main Street is filled, with people, wanting to see flatbed trailers full of graduating classes.
(In all seriousness though, it is very cool to be able to see how these small towns are, and you get a real sense of the pride they have.)
So, we left out Thursday after work. The drive was uneventful, except for the part where I thought I might have to use the bathroom. Now, I should explain, I don't go to the bathroom in front of anyone, ever, if I can help it. As in, I will literally give Andrea some money and tell her to go to Starbuck's so I can have some privacy. And, even then, I will turn on the vacuum cleaner and every stereo we have, to ensure proper ambient noise reduction.
So, we stopped at Arby's and had dinner. Shortly after dinner, I got what I would call just a slight flutter in my stomach. Nothing serious, but it did portend bad things to come.
Sure enough, the flutter turns into a light rumble. Very light, but definitely there. At this point, I begin sweating, and realizing that this could go either way. So, I sort of casually lean over to Andrea, and say, "Hey, we might need some gas or a Sprite or something." To which Andrea looks at me, and says, "You have to go to the bathroom don't you. Well, there isn't a gas station for 40 miles."
Now, we are in the middle of farm fields. She sees the pained look on my face, and then says, "You can always just pull over and go." And, it is times like this, you realize how little people know of each other. I informed Andrea that if that were to happen, she would have to continue on without me, and that we could never see each other again. And I swear on a stack of KTM's, I would have walked off into the distance, never to be seen from again.
Luckily, the emergency passed (not literally) so we soldiered on, got a room, and ended up in Ainsworth around lunchtime Friday.
Friday afternoon was fairly uneventful. We met up with her friend Andy, and decorated the flatbed. (It was at this point I finally believed that they were going to be in a parade, on a flat bed trailer.)
So, after decorating, it was time to head to the local bar, The Longhorn, or "The Horn" as it's known there. This was the first of 2 nights of minimal sleep, and maximum drinking.
To be continued
Pictures:
Very artistic composition, taken outside The Longhorn. **First, I chose an ISO setting that allowed a very duotone feel. I then tried to jar the viewer with the raindrops on the lens, giving the portrait a sense of dissonance. I then soften the dissonance by underexposing, and thus softening the harsh contrasts and grayscale of the background. In the end, the viewer feels a sense of completeness.(**Actually I just pushed the photo button on a Hannah Montana disposable camera we bought at the Dump 'N Flush)
Cameron and Susie. Susie squeezed Cameron so hard, you guessed it, he made a little mud.
I am not sure it is physically possible to look like more of a dork than I do in this picture.
Andrea taking charge and kicking ass, helping out on the float. Andrea's "Der Fuhrer" approach was not appreciated by everyone, but hey, she gets shit done.
The gang. Some great people I met. In particular, Johnny was a cool guy, from California, and was in on the dirtbike industry. What more could you ask for!
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