Sure enough, beer tent = good times, and long lost classmate (Mike , in the middle) shows up. First time I’ve seen him in probably a decade. It was awesome catching up with him, as well as the other guys. And in this photo we have fully 25% of my graduating class!
Much reminiscing and BS-ing ensued. The band played a lot of Bon Jovi and Poison, Def Leppard and Metallica. We even got to break up a little scuffle… Beer Tent Etiquette 101: If you’re from out of town don’t pick a fight, because chances are good that roughly half the people around you are brothers, cousins, best buds, etc. I don’t know who those two young guys were–someone said they were from Decatur–but they had to feel like (if you’ll permit the fish-fest metaphor) a pair of minnows in the walleye tank. They were dispatched to the curb and everyone had something to talk about. The official police presence was light this year, so I don’t know if they were arrested or not. Ah well, at least it wasn’t blood relatives or a girlfight this year…
And the ladies had a nice time as well. Here we have a happy reunion of trouble-makers…
It’s the return of the blonde brigade!
BONUS: playing ‘identify the cousins’ with a non-Findlayite (and noting the looks of disbelief).
BONUS: ample port-a-pottyage.
BONUS: the wife in a miniskirt.
A good time was had by many. We had ourselves a real Roadhouse moment. And no one wrecked/crashed/was arrested on the way home.