Twenty years. Marriages, divorces, kids, changes in professions, different hair do's, Iraqi war vets (under Bush, Sr.), a few out guys, no out gals, faint reverberations of old cliques, prom night secrets revealed, some gray hairs, a few wrinkles, beer and even a Pablo Escobar assassination. Yup, it's the good ol' 20th anniversary high school reunion that took place over the Thanksgiving break. Sorta like stepping into another dimention and very glad I decided to go.
ps - Orchestral Maneouvres in the Dark at the non-alcoholic Nowhere Bar. Damn! Those where the days!
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