The Royal Journal: PCHS 10 year reunion, a weekend I will never forget...

I arrived in Utah safe and sound on Thursday August 21st. The only problem was I had a little tickle in the back of my throat. At first I really wasn't that concerned, seeing that I got up at 5:30 am to catch my 6:30 flight out of Burbank. But after I had been in Salt Lake City for a few hours, I really started to feel off. I had the shakes, very similar to the kind one gets after

drinking too much coffee/cola. I still didn't think that much about it. I thought maybe it was my body acclimating to Utah's high elevation. It wasn't until later that night that I realized those symptoms were just the simple beginnings of what was going to be a long, painful weekend. By 9:00 I was lying in bed with a hellish fever, temperature of 101.7 degrees.

Now, I share this fact to help everyone understand just how perfect the timing of this illness was. For starters it has been months, maybe even longer than 1 year, since I had last been so sick. And here I was in Utah for 4 days to see and party with all my old high school friends and acquaintances, only I was too sick to move let alone talk. So thank you, mother nature, for spoiling what was supposed to be a wild weekend of old friends and crazy fun.

Fortunately the reunion wasn't until Saturday night, which gave me two and a half days to rest up and be in good enough form to make

my grand arrival to the class of 1998's 10 year party. Although I wasn't at 100% and still had a mild fever, I did my darnedest to enjoy myself and be social. It was a lot of fun to see all the familiar faces. It was weird and neat at the same time to be around all the grown up Park City Miners. For the most part, everyone (that showed) looked exactly the same as they did on graduation day, save a few receding hairlines, beer bellies, and extra curves. The changes that I had been warned about from others who had attended previous high school reunions were not as apparent in my class. So I must say that my hat is off to my class for maintaining their health and sharpish good looks. Hell, even my buddy Lee who we called "Fats" for obvious reasons, had shed so much weight that nickname need not apply any longer. So despite my taxing illness, well damn, BECAUSE OF my sickness, this 10 year reunion weekend has been a memory that I will surly NEVER forget. Below are some pictures from The Lodge at Stillwater, where my precious get together was held...