Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of our first trek down to Myrtle. It was an idea that Tracy and I had toyed around with for a few years, as a way to make sure all of us Mansfieldians got together at least once a year after school. On July 15th, 1999, at 5:45 AM, Brian and Steve were getting lost on the way to my Dad's house in Dunmore. We went on this trip with very little planning, not even having reserved a hotel room! What we found was a great place with plenty of clubs, restaurants, and, of course, women. There were also plenty of cultural events that week at the beach- JFK Jr died in a plane crash, Lance Armstrong won his 1st Tour De France, and David Cone pitched a perfect game. And oh yeah, Brian got us watching a new show called "Family Guy."
Alot has changed in the 10 years since then- plenty of other MB-ers have come and gone, we all got married, I moved from Dunmore to Atlanta to DC to Q-Town back to DC. But as Brian and I and our wives (and Steve in his first appearance in 4 years!) head down for the 10th time in August, one thing has remained- a great vacation week with great friends that we will hopefully be still doing when we are all old and gray.
