without the jukebox. The jukebox that Elaine said would “…win the prize for the worst selection of songs.” Oh, but me made do. There really is not much that can top eating pizza with friends and listening to “www.memory” by Alan Jackson. Let’s see, there were nine of us there: Ben, Elaine, Chalupa, Rupp, TLoft, Ben, Lydia, Tim, and I. The pizza was good too. We got three larges, and the guy confused the cheese one with the pepperoni one, so at first there was a mad rush for the “pepperoni” one, forcing those who wanted only cheese to resort to scraping meat from the other pizzas.

Even the drive was fun. The place is about 25 minutes away, so we rocked out to 80’s songs in the car, yelling the words at the tops of our lungs and playing highway games with the cars around us.

Overall, it was a great reunion of friends, and if we were all vets from ‘Nam we probably would have talked about war memories, but we’re not, so we didn’t.