fandomtownies | Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

A banner, the letters wrapped with fresh spring flowers, hung from the trees, spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2009! No missing letters or anything.

Spread out across the park were plenty of tables and chairs, some under the shade of picnic shelters, some out on the grass in the sunshine. For those who felt like getting back to nature, there were even red and white checked blankets spread out in a few areas for old-fashioned picnic-y goodness. Lack of ants not guaranteed.

The long table that ran along next to the picnic shelters was laden with a vast ~~moddable~~ array of traditional brillig-y food, including fruit, veggie snacks, breakfast pastries, sandwiches for the especially hungry or those who arrived more toward the unch end of brunch, and a wide variety of J,GoB-catered desserts. Drinks included coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks, and while there were plates provided, there were also wee picnic-basket-shaped trays for carrying things back to your seat, wherever that might be.

A space had been cleared for dancing, if people cared to do more than just listen to the light music being played through the speakers, and there was also an area set aside for outdoor games of croquet, horseshoes, or frisbee.

Everybody's welcome. Come celebrate with the Class of '09!

[OOC: ~~Wait for the OCD. Don't make Eliza Doolittle have to cut a bitch.~~ OPEN! And no one had to get cut! It's a good day!]

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"...You did that for me?" Was he dreaming here? John thought perhaps he had passed out on the table.

"You really should get some sleep," Dave pushed the coffee towards John. "Of course I did, you're my little brother. As much as I want you to be successful, I also want you to be happy."

"And what happens when I start school?" There had to be a catch.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." John would have to do a lot of work before anyone in the family would be fine with that military thing. There was always hope Stanford would bury that kid dream.

John was speechless for a moment, taking time to drink some coffee and stare a lot at Dave. "I don't know what to say."

"Say you'll thank me by coming out to the lake house for the Fourth."

Dave paused, "And bring that girl if she's still putting up with you."

"Yes, sir," John said, smiling warily, like he was waiting to wake up from this hallucination.

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