Saturday 8:00 pm
I sat on my end of the head table eating the scrumptious wild rice soup. At the other end, several female relatives were running up to the table to be photographed with Jim.

I still don't entirely understand the chain of events, but it was decided that Jim should come up to our annual Girl's Weekend at the cabin and be our thong-wearing-boy.

Once upon a time in a past life (high school), Jim and I were on Math Team together.

Jeff, Eric and Mike were doubled over in laughter. My aunts gave Jim so much grief. Trying to decide on the color of thong, Aunt Myrna went up to him, set her elbow on the table, set her chin in her hand and dreamily said, "Ooooohhh, greeeeeen. It would go so well with your beeeeyoooootifuullll eyes."

Jim never lacked in dance partners that night and handled all of it all very graciously. He asked me if I had put them up to it. Nope, it's all ladies' doing.

He may have been considering the invitation. When I told him that Burgundy and I were ushered in as second generation Girl's Weekenders, he asked, "You two will be there?! Then I'm not going."