What a completely fantastic idea: Theme music. And wine. Lots of wine.
This weekend I flew to the East Coast to get together with five of my closest friends (sclatter, we missed you!). I see them every year, but had really been missing the group dynamic. Sinificant others change the dynamic, and I wanted the original. C picked me up at the airport. Before driving to Virginia to revisit our college together, we stopped off at S's house. She gave us a copy of the theme music for the weekend - those 80s songs we remember but are never played on current radio. C and I played it the whole drive across Virginia. It was great!
We rented two suites in a bed & breakfast next to our college campus. I enjoyed watching A, C, ovrclkd & D roll down the hill in front of the dining hall. S and I decided to only watch. I took racy pictures of ovrclkd. *grin* Ask her yourself.
S brought wine and lots of it. We had sleep deprivation (all), too much wine (S), philosophy, rubber duckies, and even possibly a bit of food poisoning (that would be me). It was fantastic. Sclatter, you must come next year!
As the only one who flew to this event, it is my duty to point out how painful getting home is. I am currently 31 (of 72) people on standby for the last flight out of the hub to my home. If (big "IF") I make it home tonight, it will be 5 hours later than the flight plan. They blame everything on weather. No bitter comments on a system that does not adapt to common variation (weather happens).
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