Normally Girdwood is where hangovers are created, but this weekend Gird is where my hangover was nursed. Yes, my class reunion Friday night mixer was sooooo good that I wasn’t up to making the Saturday night reunion dinner. Kristen was in town for a day and between wanting to spend what little time we had with her and nursing my aching head from Snow Goose’s kick azz Vodka Cranberries…well you get the picture. There were almost 200 Dimond High School Class of 80' classmates (out of a class of over 450) who disco danced, laughed and dusted off the ol’ memory banks, a good time was had by most –including Daddy-O and I! Wow, am I out of shape –my forearms are still aching from dancing under the mirrored ball, my throat is sore from shouting and laughing and my poor tummy from all that
Cranberry juice… The small group picture is those of us who had gone to school together since our Willow Crest Elementary days –huge group that's still around, considering Alaska is a very transient state. The other picture is of Mike A., one of the reunion organizers, and I who have been friends since 5th grade. Daddy-O was my chaperone and noted that as the evening wore on, my cheeks became the color of my Cranberry cocktails...
The USCGC Healy ended NASA’S Arctic Voyage 2010 in Seward and Kristen spent a couple days with us before heading up North to UAF Saturday night. What a fantastic and fascinating voyage she was able to experience, here is a link to the Icescape Blog that a fellow scientist from Stanford University kept. It was a treat to be able to see her during a break from her busy, busy summer.
Daddy-O took the amazing Nimbus up to the top of Mt. Alyeska this weekend then down the new Northface trail. He had planned to ride the tram down but it was LOADED with tourists and the smell of a big, wet dog didn’t seem fair to permeate the enclosed tram ride for visiting, out of state old folks. The rainy, cool and wet weekend had Gus, Tauzer and I choose to stay at the cabin and just relax with movies, books and hot food. I'll be hard at art making this afternoon though –lot’s of fun pieces to wrap up and new ones to make for Saturday’s Spenard Farmers Market. Sorry, I missed this Saturday's Market as a vendor, I promise we'll be there this coming Saturday. I’m refreshed and recharged and glad to have uncorked and gone a little wild –though it was a bit of the “Hot Tub Time Machine” having our daughter drive us to the reunion party Friday night shouting for us to “make good choices, don’t stay out too late and call me when you need a ride home!”
7 comments:
What fun! Your reunion sounds like it was a blast. And it is amazing so many of you are still together in Alaska!
How wonderful to have the cabin to relax and recharge after all that cranberry juice! I think it should be required to attend a wild crazy party at least once a year -- it's the best renewal!
I must confess I have learned so much about Alaska through your blog. My preconcieved idea was nothing like you portray. So much going on no matter the season, glad you are on the mend. Love seeing in you in all the different locations - like reading the paper on the deck, just great.
hey cindy sounds like your kinda wild but SAFE time hhheh how cute having a daughter that tells you to make good choices...was that about the cocktail?? i so love looking at those landscape pics, not so keen on the damp but thats what makes it soo green yes.... :P
remember who you are and where you came from.........and are you wearing clean underware.
LOL - I love it when it comes back at you!
Sounds like great fun.
Wow, uncork is right! What a great time! I felt kind of a vicarious thrill when reading your post, though I must confess to intentionally missing my class reunion for many years. Maybe I'll make the next one. You have inspired me!
You wild woman! Very funny post! Great shot of Daddy'O and Nimbus. Hope your head feels better;)
i'm sure there is something else going on in the tram photo...but it looks like youre fishing. damn girl...i bet you can cast like a pro from up there.
as for the hot tub..."were not leaving...til were heaving". rock on dudette.
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