5Yr Tabor Reunion

Spent the early part of the afternoon sailing on the Tabor Boy for the first time since I graduated... couldn't resist retaking a few pictures I already had. Then it was cocktails and dinner under the tent, followed by an incredible band and an afterparty at Hitchcock dorm. The whole reunion was a bit of a sprint, but I had enough time to figure out that people get a whole lot more comfortable with each other over five years. Of the forty or so that showed up, I think everyone there must have hugged almost everyone else at least three times, maybe even more, and I didn't hear a mean word spoken. That's a good enough reason to keep me coming back, even if they do start handing out envelopes all the time. See you next time, class of 2003.