I was at a stag-and-drag on Saturday with a bizarre mix of people -- but, this is what you get when a pipefitter marries a lawyer (an A.D.A. at that). You had biker-chicks and blue-collar workers (and those like my husband and I who are somewhere in between) mixing it up with Erie judges, lawyers and politicos.

Though, to be honest, there wasn't a lot of mixing -- most stayed with their own kind on separate sides of the pavilion. True to form, my husband and I and our friends stood firmly in the middle (which was conveniently close to the beer and food).

I found the dynamics of the stag to be fascinating. But, then, I could people-watch for days on end.

Over there, to the left, was an old family friend in a jeans and a t-shirt roasting a pig (that he raised and butchered himself) on a spit and there, to the right, was a well-known and much-loved Erie radio personality in Dockers and a button-down and just over there were a circle of lawyers and judges in their casual J.Crew outfits and ivy-league college sweatshirts (that they probably bought at their actual alma mater bookstore rather than the JCPenney catalog).

And, of course, there I was straddling the middle -- talking to everyone and anyone.

I don't have much respect for wealth -- I care more about what kind of a person you are, and I can always tell. I like people with good personalities and good character -- whether they live in a mansion or a trailer. If there's one thing I've learned in my 35 years, it's that all the money in the world does not mean you have class.