You want to feel old? My little brother has graduated from college, the University of Texas to be specific. I got up at 3:00 a.m. to drive to Austin for this special event, knowing that the trip there wouldn’t be bad, but the trip home would be hellish. Anyway, let’s begin. Here’s the stage:
As most of you know, most universities split up the graduations and UT had 3 separate ceremonies. TJ’s was at 9:00 a.m. (hence the getting up at 3:00 a.m. to arrive some time after 7:30 a.m.).
This is me sporting a red, not burnt orange shirt:
Here’s TJ right after the ceremony. I failed on getting a picture of him actually accepting the diploma, but you couldn’t have seen anything anyway even with the zoom lens.
Here’s my Dad with his good friends Joe and Margie (Dad and Joe were 2 of a graduating class of 7 I believe):
Marilea and Blake:
Mom and Margie:
The new graduate:
Blake, Marilea, Mom, TJ, myself, and Dad:
Marilea, desperately trying to escape the wide-angle lens:
Getting full on chips (Margie, Dad, TJ, Mom and Blake):
TJ and Dad: