Blogust Day 1/Class Reunions Are Fun?

Welcome to Blogust everyone! A day late, but better late than never right? I didn't spend any time thinking this through before committing to post every day, so I cant tell you much on what to expect. I do know that ill be doing a book review for a friend's book that just launched on Audible! YAY! And will pprrroooobbably be doing a giveaway for a hard copy of it, so stay tuned for that. Besides the scheduled review, I'm sure ill have other books and movies to review also. I think ill be doing a question of the day, since I actually have a surprising amount of readers lurking, but I don't know who any of you are. This is my plan to try to lure you out *muhaha*. Really though, I have no idea, if YOU have any ideas let me know, otherwise you're stuck with my ramblings 90% of the time :)

Onto todays ramblings!

This weekend was Dylon's 15 year class reunion. Can you believe it?! We're getting deep into adulthood now.

Of course, my socially awkward self had a ridiculous amount of anxiety over it, but in the same breath was quite curious to learn more about his "before me life".

When it came down to time to go, all social interactions were completely weird. I'm 100% sure I seemed more weird than most, even though Dylon will deny it all day long. We did however group up with a few very nice couples, and things seemed to be going ok. I was at least comfortable with my table mates, and there was free Café Rio. Cant complain too much. We listened to some good ol 1999 music *mostly dorky rap*, stuffed our faces, and I eavesdropped on people catching up. I even won this fantastic picture in the silent auction. Hooray!

Even though things were going well, I will be the first to tell you it is flat out uncomfortable being one of the only out of towners at your spouses class reunion. People are judging you hard. No one can deny it. That's half the reason people go to reunions right? To see what everyone's adult life is all about.

I will also be the first to tell you that with my luck, it can definitely get worse than uncomfortable. And that's when the awards ceremony began... They had all kinds of normal awards; most kids, biggest college degree, longest married, but could I get any of those? Ohhh no! Of course not! They just had to have the "sugar daddy award" for biggest age gap in a marriage.

People started shouting out numbers, while I frantically muttered to Dylon "Don't say anything! Don't say anything!". But he said something... We had to go up, accept our award and get our picture taken. All the while I can feel peoples judging eyes boring into me. I could have thrown up. I'm surprised I didn't actually. It was the definition of awful.

For those of you who don't know, or don't want to do the math, Dylon is nine years older than I am. After five years of being together I literally never think about it anymore, until things like this come up. So my question for the day IS, how do you feel about age gaps *in adults*? Is it really all the bad or uncommon? Remember I want your real life opinions on these questions. You're not going to hurt my feelings, so leave a comment and lets see what the consensus is. I'm excited to learn! :) I will talk *type* to you all tomorrow, and until then Happy Blogust!

P.S. I think ill do a song of the day since I added one to my last post. Fun fact *not* Friday I am IN LOVE with folk music! If you haven't listened to Gregory Alan Isakov yet, do it now! Its some amazing-ness!