Last night I attended my 26th High School Reunion. Although the crowd was relatively small this time (there were a thousand of us in the class and maybe 40 in attendance) everyone had a good time and the weather was crystal clear, warm and summer evening picture perfect.
I told you all how I was not only “The Rock Chick” and “The Reunion Chick”, but there’s also a part of me that loves to call herself “Nancy Drew” and an irresistable mystery presented itself to me last night during the reunion: The Case of The Missing Nachos.
I had ordered a gigantic plate of spicy beef nachos, pico do gallo and sour cream to share with some old friends. Certainly anyone who wanted some could have some. I’m very generous that way.
Let me present this first picture into evidence as Exhibit A:
These are na cho friends, they're mine 
Exhibit B shows me trying to pose for a picture with a mouthful of said nachos.
Do I have sour cream on my lips?
When my good friend, The Big BahUna, and his posse arrived, I got up to greet them, but you can still clearly see the nachos visible on the table.
Exhibit C
I spent several minutes chatting with them and returned to the table and…the nachos were gone!! Did my friends eat all those nachos? Unlikely. I thought it even more unlikely that the waitress took the nachos thinking that perhaps we were finished with them. They had only been there a short while and at least half the plate was left. Where were my freakin’ nachos?
I asked a few people if they knew what happened to my nachos and no one did. Hmmmm. Soon I was having fun old friends and making new ones and truthfully, had forgotten about the nachos until I saw my photographer friend’s, Lee Klawans, pictures from the gathering on Facebook this morning.
Among pictures of posed people, there was this one (Exhibit D)
Crashing The Party
What? There were raccoons trying to crash our party? I can understand that, it was a good party, but still. These critters didn’t look old enough to have graduated from high school in 1983.
I clicked over to the next picture and in true Nancy Drew style, found a clue to the mysterious disappearance of my nachos.
Exhibit E for raccoons Eating My Nachos
Hey, raccoons! WTF? Those are na cho nachos, they’re mine! Who freakin’ fed my nachos to the raccoons? Pfffft. I’ve canvassed the area and it seems that either there were no witnesses to this crime or everyone is choosing to remain tightlipped. So be it. I’ll just have to turn the Hardy Boys Catboots on them. There’s no such thing as a perfect crime, people. I’ll find you!
What things hold a special summertime meaning for you? Go over to Robin’s Blog, Around The Island, and play along with a bunch of other rockin’ cool bloggers in “Summer Stock Sunday”.
Thanks to Lee Klawans for letting me use his photos for this story. If you enjoyed these posts you may also like: Where Do I Begin? and Funky Chicken
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That is a very cool story – the raccoons were lucky you left your gun in the car
Those nachos look to kill for. I’m on my way to fix myself some! Happy reunion! Mine is few thousands miles away and the last time I’ve been there was 1991 – miss those folks – may be some day I will fly my behind there 
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I spotted 2 ladies with their hands under the table, obvious suspects to this crime of the vanishing nachos. Maybe a couple of arms should be twisted gently to make them speak of their guilt! The raccoons may have to be spoken to as well, what were they doing sulking under the table during a freinds gathering over nachos.
Great fun post for summer.
That’s the stuff memories are made of. We still talk about the time, it has to be at least 15 years ago now, that a feral cat made off with an entire string of linked sausages at a backyard barbecue. Every cat for 10 miles around was feasting within minutes.
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So cute! I would have stolen food off of other people’s tables to watch those babies eat it.
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Personally, I think they were framed. Just because they are wearing masks, you are blaming them. That’s profiling…and that’s just wrong!
Great story, chick. I don’t know whether to call you “Reunion” or “Rock” anymore.