Last night’s first leg of the reunion was hilarious. I had a great time.

Something I said far too many times to compensate for my camera’s overkill red-eye flash, “Ok, now I’m taking a picture, please don’t have a seizure.” I think I got a portrait of almost everyone, and irritated every single attendee by shoving a small tape recorder in their drunk faces and asking them to describe themselves in five words. Ok, it may have been irritating, but seriously: the event had to be documented. Everybody hates the messenger, and sometimes the documentarian is obnoxious. Oh well!

While most people seem to have aged nicely, there was one dude who seem to have regressed to, like, 14. I think by the time we hit our 20 year reunion, he’s going to be a fetus.