Reply #3: I went...

[mentalsolstice]

to my 21st reunion (my class was, and is fucked up, we'll never have a proper reunion, btw, I graduated in 1978). I absolutely hated it. The music was so loud you couldn't speak to one another...I guess, the popular kids were comfortable on the dance floor. I'd have to have A LOT of incentive to go to the next one.

on edit: my mother goes to her reunion yearly (they're dieing off fast)...in fact, she moved back to her hometown a year ago...and lives to reunite with her old classmates! On the other hand, I just live to go forward...fuck the past, particularly anything beyond the last 5 years!