A couple of months back I posted on some internal struggles I had over whether or not to attend my 20 year high school reunion. Many offered helpful comments on this conflict, and in the end I decided to go. I thought it only right to jot a few notes on the experience.
The first night, a casual classmates only night at a local bar, was really why I had chosen to go in the end. I wanted to see in person and get the thirty second rundown beyond what I could tell from friending people on Facebook. Most of the egos that made high school such a miserable experience had seemingly disappeared with time. I must vainly admit it was nice to have my hair, weigh the same as the day I graduated, and be able to drop that I'm a doctor. (I tend to not do this terribly often in social situations, but if there ever seemed to be a time to do so, this was it.) There was a little reminiscing about fond experiences, but as I said before, I didn't have too many of those in high school.
The next night included spouses which, having been on both sides now, I can says always makes for an awkward set up. Half of the gathering ends up feeling like a third wheel. There were a few more people I had a chance to chat with, but for the most part I had gotten out of the experience that which I wanted too. Somewhat early I turned to my wife and said, "Okay, I'm done," and we left. That was that for at least another ten, if not twenty, years.