To give you a little background on me, I come from a small Colorado town which has close to 8000 people. It's not much but most people like the scenery and the area is nice. My HS class was only 150 people so you can imagine that it is one of those towns that everyone knows everyone. I moved away after High School and went to university and then moved to Denver for a job. I was able to drive down for family holidays and this past thanksgiving I did. I came back on a Wednesday afternoon and hit up some of my HS friends on Facebook. There is a tradition where everyone goes out to party and gets drunk on thanksgiving. I wanted to join in since the past few years I wasn't able to. My friend Jenny who still lived in town offered to drive so I could drink and I gladly accepted.
There are only a handful of bars so whenever you go out you will most likely run into the same people every time which is great because anytime I come home it's like a small reunion. We had all the hugs and "what have you been up to" along with a lot of Coors and Jack Daniels. Two guys from my HS are there and we all play catch up. Tony and Billy will be there name for anonymity sake.