My reunion tears fell not, , , , , , till I was out the door,
when the bartender called 'STOP! ' I said 'what for? '.
She said here's your total; it was NOT an 'open bar'!
I tried to get away in a hurry, but I didn't get very far.
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thanks for the write on your reunion Bri we too get drunk but there were no black eyes it matters not as long as you have fun and all gets home safely when it is done thanks Bri
O wow...this sounds just like a reunion I once had. Same scenario, with the key difference being I could never afford the jag. I really enjoyed, and related to, this poem.