{"id":3827,"date":"2011-05-28T23:44:40","date_gmt":"2011-05-28T23:44:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/?p=3827"},"modified":"2011-06-03T22:20:29","modified_gmt":"2011-06-03T22:20:29","slug":"15-year-reunion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hrefna.com\/blog\/2011\/05\/15-year-reunion\/","title":{"rendered":"15 Year Reunion"},"content":{"rendered":"

This weekend will go down as one of the more crazy ones this spring. Not only was there a graduation, but Finnur and Anna took off for a family-reunion\/gathering on Finnur’s side which was held some three hours (south)east of Reykjavik, at Steig<\/a>, a farm (now also a guesthouse) where Finnur and his dad both spent some time when they were young. \u00a0(And yes, Bjarki and I were supposed to go, but I got nervous over potential volcanic ash in the air, so we bailed.) \u00a0But that wasn’t all. \u00a0Nonononono. \u00a0In addition to all this, there was a 15 year reunion from my old Junior College (MR<\/a>) \u00a0right after P\u00e9tur’s graduation party!<\/p>\n

Mom very kindly offered to babysit Bjarki while I went and met people, some of which I hadn’t met for 15 years. \u00a0Everybody looked splendid, and it was a lot of fun catching up with people. \u00a0As a rule of thumb, most of my fellow graduates had 2-3 kids, although some only had one or none. \u00a0In general people seemed to be doing quite well, at least those that I was on a speaking-basis with. \u00a0The awkward thing about reunions is the ‘did we or did we not know each other well enough to be on speaking terms?’-conundrum. \u00a0As it happened, our class had the strongest showing of all the classes, so I had plenty of people to talk to, which was great! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Here are a few pictures from the evening, taken on my phone.<\/p>\n

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This image was taken at 18 minutes past midnight, out on the 'balcony'. We're getting to that time of year when there really isn't much of a 'night-time' at all. I like it! \ud83d\ude42<\/p><\/div>\n

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This is the backside of the ballroom The Reunion Committee had rented for the night. That white tent is the smokers' tent. And just for the record, I wouldn't really recommend R\u00fab\u00edn for such gatherings. The only thing they did really right was to play the music quite low for the better part of the evening so it was really easy and therefore fun to talk to people. Once you start shouting, conversations quickly go downhill...<\/p><\/div>\n

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My ex-classmates, Karen and Helga, looking awesome despite the dodgy camera and its flash.<\/p><\/div>\n

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DJ Andrea put together a really fun\/nostalgic set that was full of hits and brought back memories of sweaty dance-floors full of very drunk people. Those were the days...<\/p><\/div>\n

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The bar was a popular hang-out, as always... Notice the 'rocky'-looking facade behind the people. The house is literally built into a hill, so those rocks are really part of the hill.<\/p><\/div>\n

I decided to bail shortly before 1am, knowing that Bjarki would be getting up around 7am and needing some tender love and care – well, a toilet trip and some food, and then I managed to doze on the sofa for an hour or two… \u00a0Anyway, it was fun! \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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