After a brief stop in DC for family time and a dental hygiene conference, I flew out to meet Heath in sunny Southern California for his 10-year high school reunion. He was already in full hang-out mode with Barnali and Cindy — which meant terrorizing them at all hours of the day and night — when they came to pick me up at the airport and then headed out to lunch over at the Spectrum.
After lunch we dropped our stuff off at the Riggs' place, caught up with John and Robbie, and then got coiffed and costumed for the big event.
The reunion was held in the typical non-descript hotel conference room with so-so food and '90s soundtrack. Regardless of the setting, the class of '99 was in high sprits and the catching up exceeded Heath's expectations. He especially enjoyed spending time with some of the folks he had known since 4th grade.
After the main event we headed over to Malarkey's in Newport Beach, a real meat market of a bar, to see some of the local guys who hadn't made it out to the hotel for the official festivities.
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