It was Mr. Man's 20th High School Reunion this past weekend. I am baffled that I married a guy who is old enough to go to his 20th Reunion. That means that Mr. Man graduated in 1988 (see how my mad accounting skills come in handy.) It was the height of the 80's and to get Mr. Man in the mood for his reunion, I was singing and dancing to 80's songs while he got ready. (Might I add, that I was dancing to songs, that I heard for the first time on those TimeLife Series, "Rock of the 80's" flashback CD's that they were promoting when I was in high school.) Even the kids got into it as we danced in the driveway singing our hearts out to Tainted Love and rapping out some Beastie Boys as he drove (or possibly fled) from home. He stayed out until the wee hours of the morning, and when I asked him how it was he said, "Rad." When I asked him how everyone looked he said, "Great, every one's hair was ya know... straighter. " 
I flipped through Mr. Man's Yearbook and saw his picture under this club. I swear I am NOT making this up. I laughed for about 3 hours solid, and Mr. Man claims he was NEVER a member of this club.... but he is in the picture... top row, far left. I bet it was the hottest club on campus. Even better, listed as their key achievement this year was handing out lollipops. 
I didn't go to his reunion for several reasons... One of them being his reunion was $160 bucks per person, and frankly I thought hmm... a new pair of fab shoes would last longer than rehashing the good times that were had in the Reconstruction Of The Social Science And Debate Club. And the second being it was the same night as the Annual Policeman's Rodeo (aka I make a donation and buy a ticket, and then casually mention how fabulous the rodeo was when I get pulled over) So, I took the kids and we went and watched people get maimed. Awesome.
I didn't go to his reunion for several reasons... One of them being his reunion was $160 bucks per person, and frankly I thought hmm... a new pair of fab shoes would last longer than rehashing the good times that were had in the Reconstruction Of The Social Science And Debate Club. And the second being it was the same night as the Annual Policeman's Rodeo (aka I make a donation and buy a ticket, and then casually mention how fabulous the rodeo was when I get pulled over) So, I took the kids and we went and watched people get maimed. Awesome.
Mr. Boy waving his cowboy hat and cheering for some guy who is being trampled by a giant angry bull. 
The sunset was lovely, and it was actually a good time. The kids enjoyed watching the cowboys, and they never really noticed that people were getting injured. They just thought it was funny to watch the cowboys "fall down and go to sleep".
We have gone for several years now, and never seen an injury, but this must have been an off year. We left after an hour, and on the way out Mr. Boy found "The Horse of My Dreams" a beautiful Paint Horse, which Mr. Boy proclaimed he would call "Palomino Pinkus". 
6 comments:
how awesome - my sister is obsessed with rodeos and would be so jealous. don't feel bad about not going to your husbands 20 year - i didn't even go to my 10 year.
Wow - that's an awesome pic of Ross. Does he know you are posting those?
I could spot Mr. Man a mile away!
I love the cowboy picture of the two kids from the back. HOW CUTE! We need to get back to the OC and see you guys!
Reunions are ridiculously expensive. We opted out of both of our ten years for that reason. Well, that and there was no one I was particularly interested in seeing that we don't already keep in touch with. I would choose over the reunion too!
lolololol Mr. Man's club is the best! Send that man a rotten banana!
Pray your children don't want large and irrational pets like horses. They tend to spook, trample, and maim others. Insurance for owning horses is out of this world. ;-)
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