Erin is fortunate to be an associate alumnae of Hooterville even though she herself lived in Limelight during her senior year at Miami. As has been tradition on President’s Day Weekend, the Hootervillians and their significant others got together to catch up, doing so this year in the wintry Laurel Mountains in southwestern Pennsylvania. Oh yeah — some babies showed up too.
Most, but not all, of the Hootervillians.
Shortly before the Hootervillians were burned at the stake.
The collective husbands of Hooterville express their resounding enthusiasm for Emily Huie’s homemade chili.
The less said about this picture, the better.
K-Train Cicak meets Will Beekman…
…and then decides to taste Will’s shoe. (If you look very closely you can see the string of drool.)
Easy, Jon G! It’s not ours.
These aren’t either!
Patrick and Lauren Brown take a break from singing Elton John’s “Goodbye Norma Jean” to open baby shower presents.
If you’re thinking to yourself “What a beautiful picture!”, you should know that this horse has a severe case of acne.
Everyone steered clear of the crazy homeless lady who showed up asking for extra ‘D’ batteries.
Sans cap, Ben had to resort to some rather unorthodox scarf fashions to keep his head warm. ( “You look like a sad Russian woman with male pattern baldness,” Erin said when she saw this picture. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, sweetie!)
Yes, there were bears!
Insert your own punchline here.
Ben, Gail and Kelly had to push a golf cart up the hill after it ran out of gas. Someone else, not pictured, said it was important for her to steer and document the moment.
Things started to get a little Lord of the Flies once we lit the bonfire.
Then things got really Lord of the Flies.
If you’ve never read the book, Lord of the Flies does not end well.
Thank you, Tom and Kathleen, for hosting!
Ben apologizes for his impolite cannibalism!
[Lord of the Flies photo: collegenowlive.com]