It’s been quite a weekend.

The pre-reunion thing on Friday was weird. I did enjoy seeing some people; I got to see quite a few pictures of cute kids, too. It was sort of surreal. The women looked mostly the same. Time has not been so kind to the men, overall (with a few notable exceptions). If you’re a male from the class of ’95, I’ll let you assume you’re one of the exceptions.

Because you are, of course. Yes, I mean you.

On Saturday we trekked out to Decorah for my friend Rachel’s wedding. The wedding was really lovely. It was outdoors, and the weather was absolutely, unseasonably gorgeous. Rachel looked beautiful, Kevin looked handsome, and they seemed to have a good time. We didn’t stick around the reception too long, because I was feeling a bit worn out after the previous night’s raucousness. However, if you’re in the Decorah area, I highly recommend visiting the Hotel Winneshiek. It’s gorgeous.

As for the title of this post…

We stayed with some old friends of Denny’s, Adam and Nikki. Adam had recently undertaken the artful sciene of jam making, which inspired me to give it a try. I decided to make a rhubarb-cherry jam, with rhubarb from our garden and cherries from my mom’s tree. I was wearing a new pair of pants, and I didn’t want to splatter them, so I took them off. It seemed perfectly logical at the time. In retrospect, I’m pretty lucky I didn’t get hot jam on myself. I won’t know until tomorrow if it set up, but the jars seem to have sealed, so that’s a good sign. I put labels on the jars that say No Pants Jam. That’s also a shout out to my lovely friend Sara, who used to dance with a troupe called the No Pants Dancers.