Well, we survived Hollie’s 20 year reunion. I’m not sure what I was expecting (especially considering my own Cripple Creek reunion does 5-7 graduating class reunions since it’s so small), but the mixer – complete with six foot rabbit that ran down the middle of the road in front of Rasta Pasta – was hilarious.
Saturday we did the formal dinner and dancing. I met a few people Hollie’s talked about off and on over the years and had a lot of fun.
Sunday . . . well . . . everyone forgot to bring their arks. The rain hit so hard it started flooding the pavilion. That’s something you don’t see everyday in Colorado.