Party people

I just got back from the second ten-year reunion I've attended in a three-week period. Sorry Bothell High class of '99, but Lewis and Clark is the clear winner in party planning. Probably because there wasn't much planning involved at all with LC's - it was super casual, at a bar, no tickets to buy, no name tags to make ahead of time, no elaborate skits featuring masked friends wearing cougar costumes, etc. This kind of party was just more my style. They didn't try very hard, and that took the edge off.

The highlight of my night was probably when a high school friend of Brad's, a guy I had first met about half an hour earlier, came up to me and asked if I was having a good time. I said, "Yeah, this is the best night of my life." Which made him laugh a lot. So we chitchatted for a minute and then he goes, "OK. So how can we turn this around? Do you know any jokes?" And I don't really, so I told him so. So THEN he starts TELLING ME DIRTY JOKES! And high five-ing me after them! And I'm a stranger to him basically, and I feel like he shouldn't want to offend me or something, as the wife of his high school buddy Brad, and I'm laughing like a maniac, not at the jokes, but just the freaking weirdness of it all. I hope he's got some new dirty material ready by the time the twenty-year rolls around. Apparently I love that stuff.