We had a rental truck, which I had to laugh at Patrick because he really couldn’t park it, for the past week while our car got fixed. We had two sets of dents in it that needed to come out. So we took it in to the somewhat local Honda dealership for repairs. And now, after lots of calling and checking and being told it’d be done, we have our car back—dent free! It’s a thing of beauty.

For the past few months, ever since I got the letter announcing my 10-year high school reunion, I’ve been debating whether or not I wanted to go. I finally decided late last Tuesday night that I did want to. I’d been back and forth a million times, even gone so far as to price tickets, but I couldn’t figure out why I would want to go.

After reading the website the committee put up for people to post comments on and laughing every day, and then pricing tickets for the millionth time, I decided I’d go. And it was this past weekend.

I took the trains to the airport by myself. One of my shoulder bags broke as soon as I got off the airtrain so I had to wander around the airport until I found a replacement. The Newark airport doesn’t have that many shops to choose from, but I found a nice rolly bag which saved my shoulders! The flight to Dallas was on time and uneventful. My flight came with a rental car which was nice since my flight was an evening one and that meant I didn’t have to bother anyone late at night.

I loved driving…once I figured out how the heck to get out of the airport and onto the right high way from way back in the rental part. There were actual open roads! I could go 70. There were spaces that were not occupied by tall buildings. It was great. I stopped at Whataburger on my way home, because we can’t get that up here.

Anyway, I got to spend a little time with my parents and Grandpa between the reunion stuff which was really nice. I think I was probably more homesick than anything.

The reunion consisted of drinks Friday night, which I didn’t go to, a picnic on Saturday afternoon (in Texas, In July…thanks for that) and a luau Saturday night. I went to the picnic and caught up with a few people and found out that three of my group of best friends were going to be at the Luau that night, so I was very excited.

Turns out only two of them actually showed up, but it was fun to catch up with them. One of them was my best friend from 8th grade to Senior year, Julie, and I hadn’t seen her since I graduated. I got to meet her husband who seemed really nice and exactly what I would have pictured her with. My other friend Michelle and I had kept in touch into college but had lost touch in the past few years. She hadn’t changed at all. She’s got all kinds of crazy stories and reminds me a lot of Kelli.

Some people had changed a lot, others not at all. It was fun and I’m glad I went. Sorry I didn’t get to see all my other friends, but I really was in town for all of two minutes. I’ll see you all soon.

Jim and Mary (Patrick’s Dad and Stepmom) came for a visit over Father’s Day weekend. We had a good visit and I know Patrick was really excited to get to see them and have them see NYC.

We went to a Yankee’s game on Saturday. They played the Cubs. I enjoyed that though it was very warm and sunny and I could feel my skin frying. It was the first time I’ve been to a game where no one I was with was really cheering for anyone. Patrick and his family actually really dislike the Yankee’s.

We also took the 3-hour Circle Line tour that Patrick and I took late last year. I really enjoy that tour. It’s long and informative and relaxing. I love being on the water and I think it’s a great way to get a good over-view of the city. I think it really helps make sense of where things are in relations to other things.