Last night was so nice. Some friends that Dan and I graduated HS with came home from KC for the holiday. We hadn't actually had a "couple" to hang out with for a few years, so we went "out". When we got to the bar, I think about half of our graduating class was out last night. We ended up at three different bars and could've had our class reunion a few months early. I met wives and husbands of other classmates, and it wasn't even wierd! I wasn't in the "popular" group, cuz, I mean, come on, I HAD A BABY back then. The cool thing was most of them had changed and actually had some intelligent things to say. A few were the same ol' same ol' and still stuck up each others' asses. But that's all cool.

I'm dying to tell someone this story. So I guess my internet friends will get to be those ears.

This guy we went to school with- let's call him BOBBY was a total freaking jerk back then. SO MUCH SO, that everyone knew this story about when he was in 8th grade, he was a bully, and had thrown this younger kid's bicycle in a river. That kid (the younger one) knew his ass would be kicked when he came home with no bicycle, so he jumped in to get it. He never came up. Bobby continued being a jerk all through high school, and I still don't understand WHY he was so popular! Anyway, after high school one of our classmates was killed by a drunk driver. Bobby and another classmate held a "Ride Across America" where they rode BICYCLES across the US to bring awareness to drunk driving. Now last night he was boasting about how he's in the Peace Corps. Maybe an attack of conscience? I doubt it. (shut up, Stephanie)