Weekend before last was Michael's high school reunion. Now, being the date, you wonder if you'll have a good time. I had a blast! He had such a great group of high school friends. Many of them added me as MySpace friends right after the event.
On Friday night we hung out drinking and playing Trivial Pursuit with the closest friends.
Then Saturday was a picnic lunch in the park for families. Because it was a picnic, I packed a picnic lunch. I filled my picnic basket with my picnic supplies -- plastic plates and utensils, plastic cups, plastic wine glasses (stems included). I had napkins to match the school's colors. Wine. Fruit and veggies in plastic baggies. A blanket. An ice chest with ice. Lawn chairs. And we stopped for great fried chicken.
We got there and everyone else, including whole families, had simply brought Sonic or Subway. Not a picnic! Might as well have met at a fast food restaurant.
Then we started unpacking all our stuff. Add to it that we were wearing white linen pants and flouncy shirts and we were uber-gay. Everyone kept remarking on the spread. I didn't feel that the spread was gay at all. It was how my mother would have a packed a picnic for our family. Straight women are slipping! We gay men are the one's maintaining the practices of our mothers!
That evening was the dinner at the Choctaw golf course. We drank and talked and had a good time. Then we went to some crazy straight bar called the Landing Zone where an awful Elvis-impersonator was performing and the Blue Angels were there getting drunk before the air show the next day at Tinker.