Bottom line up front: I’m still hung over from last night. Chalk that up to a reminder that I don’t drink like that… anymore.

Outside of a mild headache and a case of cottonmouth that several liters of water has failed to quench, I am pleased to report that last night was simply smashing. I suppose it was everything a reunion is supposed to be… catching up with old friends, meeting significant others, telling stories (and a few tall tales), and general merry-making.

The beginning was awkward, as they always seem to be… No one seems to know quite what to say after “what do you do” or “how are the kids/parents?” A few rounds later, we’re laughing and joking like the old friends we are. Last night was the first time I saw one of my old golfing buddies since the night we graduated and it was amazing to see how we picked up the old comedy routine without skipping a beat. We could have been two kids back to school after summer vacation rather than the two approaching-30 professionals that we are.

I’ve always known where I was going, but I realize now that it’s good to be reminded from time to time, where you’re from.

P.S. In case any one is wondering, there is no need to ware a coat and tie to dinner at the Midland Fire Hall… although it is a quick way to make sure you’ll take it to the drycleaner the next day.

P.P.S. There are a goodly number of stories I could write based on this one theme, but for the time being, they are still a little fresh in the memory for public consumption. Perhaps more to follow.