Our 15 year reunion was last weekend. Good times were had by all, or at least by the eight people at our house, as far as I could tell. Here's a fact that makes it sound like the way Yale reunions were meant to be: things got so crazy that a champagne glass was broken in the hot tub. (not a fact: things got so crazy, one of the polo ponies jumped our fence and bit our yacht).
I think it would've been pretty hard 15 years ago to predict me living in New Haven. The rest of the events in between I think went pretty much as scripted.
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