Everyone seemed a little stuffier, a little older one might say. I never equated older as necessarily meaning boring. Granted, I haven’t broken into a water slide at 3 a.m. since I was 20, but I also don’t hesitate to get on the floor and let my kids treat my horribly out-of-shape body like a carnival ride. The people at my reunion seemed to have spent too much time “growing up” and less time just getting older.

Having said all that, there were lots of laughs and remember whens. There were re-affirmations of getting together that were then immediately forgotten. But it’s certainly not the same. The easy answer is Well, you’re not the same people. But that’s only partially true. Unless you’ve undergone electro-shock therapy or been lobotomized, age doesn’t drastically change your personality.

So, my simpleton advice would be to try to re-connect to those aspects of your friends’ personalities that still match up with your own while understanding that there are areas where you’ve grown apart. I think you said that already, and more artfully, but I wanted to ramble on. Oh, and get real drunk.