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"Have fun! Relive your youth!"
These words came from my mother about a week ago. She was referring to my ten-year college reunion, which took place over this past weekend.
Her words come back to haunt me today, on the third anniversary of my 29th birthday. And I wonder: am I really
that old? Has my youth come and gone already?
I'll let you decide.
This past weekend I met back up with the pals of my Georgetown University days, and the experience brought several things home to me:
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We Still Look Fabulous. Wandering around the Georgetown reunion tent parties amidst the receding hairlines, sun-wrinkled faces, and expanded waistlines, I have to admit that my friends and I have only gotten better-looking.
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We Can Still Party Like It's 1999. Although, in retrospect, maybe we just plain
shouldn't. The main difference now is that instead of splurging on pitchers of Bud Ice and scrounging for quarters to pay for it, we can splurge on Dom Perignon and Irish car bombs. However, the hangovers are much more dire than they were in our early twenties.
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We Can Still Party Like It's 1999. Some things will
never change: Friday night at the Tombs will always mean crazy games of truth or dare, "The Look," broken glasses and used-up pitchers, "Jesse's Girl" and other horrible karaoke; it will always end with wild stumbles home over the cobbled streets of Georgetown - braving the treacherous garbage bags in our path and trying to stay upright.
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We've All Come a Long Way. We have lawyers, marketers, financial advisors, nurses, contractors, special agents, and analysts. And of course, then there's good ole' unemployed me. We've had marriages and divorces, and lesbian lovers sandwiched in between. We've gotten advanced degrees and moved around from one side of the globe to the other. Some have become involved in BDS&M, others are learning guitar or doing charity work.
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50 Years From Now, We'll Be The Same People. This was brought home to me when a 72-year-old man walked up to me and, in a drunken slur, said, "I
love the class of '99!" Crashing our party from the class of '59 tent, he was still staggering drunk, hitting on women, and having a blast. I imagine that one day, that will be us as well.
Just wanted to say thank you
to everyone for their birthday wishes, and that I'm grateful to have such wonderful friends, and even more grateful that after so much time has gone by, we are all still in touch.
(Only 5 more days till I leave for Asia!)
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