Gingerbread

My friends from high school didn't exactly stay in town after graduation.  We spread to the winds, going to different places for undergrad, and for most of us, graduate school.  At this point just about everybody has or is about to have a master's or a PhD.  Except for me.  I always was the slacker of our crew.

It's great that everyone has found success academically and/or professionally, but that does mean that we don't see each other that often.  Five of us have moved to California, but two are in the bay area, one in Pasadena, and myself and Melch in Santa Barbara.  We don't exactly get together every weekend.

There's one in New Mexico, one in DC, one in Ohio and one in Canada.  There are a few more that I have to admit to not even knowing current state of residence.

For Christmas though, a bunch of folks were back in town.  So we agreed to meet up on the 26th and put together a gingerbread house.

Here's how that went down:

The final product looked something like this:

Looks livable to me

And then we ate it.  Well, some of it.  It turns out that our sugar tolerances aren't what they used to be.   Mine especially.  I had a few marshmallows and some of the sour gummis and I was pretty much done for the day.  They say that drinking diet soda is supposed to condition you to want sweet things, but I just don't see it.

Maybe it just means I'm just not a kid anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't want to act like one or hang with the folks I used to hang with when I was one.  I hope there are many more posts involving these guys in the coming year.

The rest of the photos are here.