It used to go like this: You graduate from high school. You lose touch with pretty much everyone. You grow up. One day you get an invite to your 20-year high school reunion. You go. You laugh at the fatter, dimmer versions of all those people you never liked anyway. Maybe you reconnect with one or two old friends. You go home. Life goes on.
Not anymore. Now, thanks to Facebook, the “reunions” happen online, leaving very few surprises for the actual party. Some people love it – they say it lets them skip the small talk. Others say it’s ruined the whole thing. Either way I think we can all agree they need to serve better booze. In today’s Sunday Styles section, Remember Me From Yesterday?
Filed under: 2011, Douglas Quenqua, New York Times
