This last weekend Ryan and I headed across the state back to
our Alma Mater, Whitman College, for Ryan’s ten-year reunion (HE IS SO OLD.)
Walla Walla holds a lot of fond memories and a few not so fond memories (but
those are fuzzy anyway) and it is always exciting to return to the place where
we met (roughly twelve years ago. WE ARE SO OLD.)
It has been nine years, two
kids, one house, one car, one wedding and two jobs since I graduated, but every
time I go back it feels the same. I do, however, find myself looking around and
saying: “who the hell are all these people?” It is quite possible the youngins
saw me staring at them in confusion and assumed I had wandered away from my
nursing home in a fit of dementia.
Regardless, it was a lovely weekend with
lovely people. I did lots of super grown-up things like going wine tasting,
spending $60 on a sweatshirt, and going to bed in a NyQuil haze at 9:30pm
(thank you sinus infection.) Ryan may have done some less-grown-up things like
playing beer pong at a frat house until 3am, but what happens in Walla Walla…
ends up on my blog.
(This is actually only eight years ago, but it was the
oldest picture I could find because we DIDN’T HAVE DIGITAL CAMERAS BEFORE THAT.
old.)
(In 2013 you can take wine tasting selfies without shame. Or just with a little shame if you prefer.)
I think we have aged…gracefully…
