This past weekend was my husband's 20th high school reunion. It was unlike any reunion I had ever attended, but I haven't attended that many. Martin's graduating class had about 800 students. Martin had a major in high school: aerospace. (Is anyone surprised at that one?) Martin's high school had about 9 floors, including a pool in the basement, the second largest auditorium in NYC (after Radio City Music Hall) and the girls' gym was on the 8th floor. We're talking huge. He knew several people from his class and we met his English and History teachers and watched a bunch of what I called "Old Brooklyn" walk across the stage from the class of 1937. It was quite nice to wander around a school that about a dozen elevators and rooftop handball courts. Martin's school was quite awesome so I totally understand how he could have such fond memories of an actual building.

Also, bought me a smaller Manhattan Portage bag. I think that they might not be as cool as they once were, but I carry my large one almost everywhere and it looks so nasty that I thought a new one might be in order. It is gray where my older one is blue. I ate rice balls at this Italian restaurant for the very first time. They were...interesting.