Sometimes a madeleine is just a cake...

[oursin]

So, I decided to go to the graduate reunion for [swathe of some 15 or so yearsworth of graduands] at my [place of obtaining first degree].

It wasn't painful, but it wasn't anything else much either. For one thing, there were only a handful of other people who'd actually been the same year as I was, none of them people I'd known at all well -

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So not exactly Gaudy Night, then. At least noone got murdered. I went to one of my high school reunions, and even though I was extremely happy there and remember my last two years of school very fondly, I found the occasion forced and wierd. The people whom I would have liked to see were not there for the most part and half the ones who were I did not recognize or saw through some kind of haze of fx aging makeup...

[oursin]

Not even any sinister poison-pen letters...