Feels like my high school reunion in here.. and I graduated in 2002.
Damn, my 50th was . . . uhhh . . . recentish. My attitude is fk 'em. I didn't know or like these peeps 50 years ago and so, I'm good with the status quo ante.
Unless you've got something you can rub the other folks' noses in and that's your thing, it feels like an exercise in self flagellation.
Anyway, I don't get any pleasure from seeing how they've fared. I'd have to study the year book before hand to have any chance of recognizing anyone.
It's ATOT, we sit on our asses all day.
But we do it with . . . I'll call it "style." Rich Romans lounging on their couches got nuttin' on us.