A word of advice to anyone contemplating a class reunion - GO! I learned things about my husband no one would believe. Oh, the shenanigans that went on during his college days! What bound these men together then was clear - beer. Lots and lots of cheap beer. And, as I learned this weekend, the ability to consume copious amounts.
The tour of "Ye Olde Stomping Grounds" began Saturday morning. Three couples piled into a car to begin the search for the house our GMI Alums rented at the end of their Senior year. Along the way to Lake Fenton, we learned that as Pledges, they thought a sign similar to the one pictured above would look better in their house. Being engineering students, they were prepared to unbolt and load it onto the roof of a car. Imagine their surprise when the Fraternity President demanded they remove it from its place of honor.
The funny thing about returning to a place after 50 years is that things change. So when we finally found Lake Fenton after hearing lots of, "should I turn here?" " No, I mean maybe, Yes" (the fact that Joni had pulled up a map and was gently trying to lead them to water had no impact on our fearless explorers) we found the lake and lots and lots of beautiful homes. Alas, not the cottage the boys rented back in the day. But we think we found the area where it once stood. (The wives just went with it because we had six adults crammed into a caddy and those of us in the middle were done).
The rest of the weekend was filled with parties and some speeches and a photo booth. By Sunday afternoon we were all ready to head off and sleep. A sure way to judge that the weekend was a success.
Sounds like a fab weekend with the "wild" boys!!
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