Jay and Chenoah came up this weekend. As I type this, I'm not entirely sure I'm spelling her name correctly. Lived with the girl, attended her wedding, can't spell her name. Damn. Sorry about that. We all went to college together, lived together, shared VERY THIN WALLS (such a bonding experience) together. Chenoah and I once informed said boys that chastity belts would come back into fashion if their gross bathroom remained unclean for the ladies' pleasure. Such an effective threat. If I wasn't trying to get knocked up, I'd give it another shot. Now I'm left with nothing. Shame.
I met Jay freshman year of college. Surprisingly, at a school as incestuous as PLU, we never dated each other. But I have seen his perky ass. Does that count? Kevin and Jay became quite tight our junior/senior year, right before Kevin and I started "dating." Almost 10 years of memories leaves a lot for discussion. We managed to hit all the big ones this weekend: religion, marriage, parenting, families, sex, divorce, politics, and gossiping about all our mutual friends. They brought their lovely golden retrievers, Bo and Sunny, up for the parties. Four large dogs, about 290 lbs total, in a 1300 square foot house makes for a cozy weekend. And constant entertainment.
We went back to the Ren Faire for two Thryce Wycked Wenches shows. The 5pm show included other musicians from the faire. It was rockin'. Drummers, guitars, and a LONG version of "What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor?" Next year, Kevin and I need to figure out some way to work the faire and camp overnight at least once. I'm sure the real party starts once the guests go home. Then it was lots of wine and lots of talking. Jay and Kevin solved all the world's problems by 11pm. The next morning we took all the puppies swimming at Owen Beach before our friends left for home. Thanks for coming up guys. Next time the party's at your new huge house!
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