Basically, in a nutshell, about 100,000 alums descend on the tiny town of Princeton, New Jersey for a long-week of orange-stained madness. We drink, we p-rade (parade), we dine, we share stories, and we try to sleep on tiny twin beds with our manly husbands. Let me tell you, we are not in college anymore!
We loved it. We got in on Friday in time for our class dinner (each class, on the five-year rotation, has a courtyard with a tent as "headquarters"), then spent the rest of the weekend catching up with friends and having a blast.
* KA "barbecue" behind Cottage. "Toasting" on cars when the owners walked up. Oops.
* Sleeping in a twin bed.
* Waking up to find B on the hardwood floor with his head on our duffle bag.
* Throwing a pillow at B and rolling back over.
* Showering in dorm bathrooms again.
* Realizing that they upgraded from floaty shower curtains to actual glass doors.
* Realizing how tired we were at the end of it.
B said on our way home, "Wow, that was a really fun thing to do. Every five years."
Then we both snuggled up on either side of my pillow and fell asleep on the plane back to Atlanta...