It was Bananas

This weekend was bananas.

It started off Friday with a 10 hour work day sans break or lunch, then rushing home to load the truck with tables and chairs for the dance team reunion to get down to Tustin for set up.

Saturday brought the usual weekend chores and gym, and then the reunion. We worked really hard to bring dance teams from 1997-2004 together and were pretty happy with the 30 attendees. The party foul was that I did not charge my camera so the few shots I have do not include everyone that was there. BUT, I still think everyone had a good time.

The Committee:

Karen (1999), Kerri (2001), me (2002), and Shannon (2003)

We served white sangria (shout out to my mother in law who was the wine sponsor-thanks Sandy!), beer, iced tea, and water.

A taco cart with a very nice gentleman supplied the food. And we used dahlias for decor.

Tracy and I-went all the way from freshman to senior year together on the team.

Kane, Alex, Amanda (1998) and Carrie (2000)

Jason, Shannon (2003) Rebecca (2002), and Adam.

Tracy (2002), Jeremy, Jon, and Jessica (2002)

Our instructor was supposed to come as well but ended up having to stay home with a sick child. I wish we had taken a group picture so that I had one of everyone, but c'est la vie. We stayed and chatted and ate peanut butter pie until about 11 p.m. before cleaning up and heading home.

The next morning, we boarded the 9 a.m. train to San Diego for a little soccer and Brewfest. Little known fact (and rather ironic) I was at the 1999 World Cup with some of the ladies pictured above where we "danced" with Jennifer Lopez. I say "danced" because it was billed that way on paper when we really shook giant sheets and ran around the field. But, the game was exciting to watch live as was yesterday's. Following the dive bar soccer, we headed to Brewfest, an event for beer enthusiasts, aficionados, and just your general drinkers. We went with Scott's coworker Blake and five of his dodgeball/ultimate Frisbee/other recreational sport buddies...meaning I held down all of the estrogen.

Live music!

Live dancing!

Cheers to new beer, Pyramid Apricot Ale.

Good times with new friends and sourdough bread.

Now, I think I hit my threshold for rowdy boys at about 7 p.m. and we had an 8:20 train home. Little did I know that was about to really get full throttle.

Keeping with the theme of the weekend my phone was dead so there is no evidence from me, and it could be a "you had to be there" situation, but understand a disco ball should have been on our Amtrak car. A few seats up, a group of young guys were bumping a laptop with electronic, dance, hip hop-you name it. It raged and as soon as a conductor approached, off it went. This continued for 2 hours, and this was a full train, so the middle aged couples in front of us were unable to sit in their business class seats (but still enjoyed complimentary wine and beverages so really, this was nice for them.) In the beginning, I think they felt like they were on the Riff Raff Railroad. By the end, they were enjoying Club Amtrak. When we rolled into our station at 10:30, we (and I am not including me in this-it was all the boys) were given a standing ovation off the car. It was bananas.