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I went to a tenth reunion and had a fine time, mostly because it wasn't my own. My wife and I were part of a small group of people staying with a guy whose reunion it was. He was one of the organizers, but also a bit of a prankster, and encouraged us all to go with him. All of us were provided with identities of likely no-shows, a bit of biography and talking points, and a couple of warm up drinks. Some of us were plausible; I was a relatively unknown guy, supposedly part-time dealer (back in the day), my Hungarian wife passed as the Finnish exchange student well enough. The blonde, blue-eyed guy from Ohio was less successful with his Vietnamese name and character. Aside from the inherent fun in being a bit naughty, I actually enjoyed the company. Wouldn't go near any of my own reunions, of course, but glad I caught this one.
