20th high school reunions are great. Everyone looks just like they did in high school, only smarter, sexier and more confident. (Everybody who comes, anyway.) And people are much nicer to each other in high school.
25th high school reunions, alas, we start to look old. Everybody's a little bit wider. You start to see women who need work and some women who have had work -- which, just for the record, doesn't look the same as "young." Some of the men start to look unrecognizable, whether because of hair loss or the widening.
Still, though, people are nicer and more interesting. I was surprised to see how many of the people who were interested in stuff in high school are still doing that stuff. Many of the "public affairs" clique are living in Washington/Baltimore and working for the gummint in some way. Many of the artists are either still artists or running galleries. Me, of course, I'm still writing, in spite of an interlude as a computer scientist.
We're having some classmates over tonight. That should be fun. This is the official reunion after party. It's a perfect high school party, too. My parents are out of town so I'm throwing it in their apartment. (Our apartment, of course, is in another country.) And Steve Hermanos is throwing a wedding reception for his month-old wedding, so it's a popularity contest again with duelling parties. (Naturally we're not invited to Steve's do.)
But it's nothing margaritas can't cure. I've already bought the ice.
And then back up to Montreal again on Sunday.