Battling fatigue, I attended the wake of a high school classmate’s father last night.
It was good I did. Well, sort of since wakes should not be happy occasions under any circumstance. But the wake turned into a mini high school reunion, with people I have not seen in almost two decades.
And to my surprise, I had a good time. Perhaps it was because we had a few drinks at the lobby of a nearby hotel afterwards.
But now I’m guilty because we’re not supposed to have such a good time on such an occasion. Anyway, some pictures (I managed to bring the snapper with me…)