I love a great reunion (like this one, and this one, and this one) for probably the same reasons that I love the airport. The dive-into-your-arms hugs, declarations of how much someone has been missed, happy tears...I love it all. And once or twice a year, the stars align, the school and work schedules ease up, and the result is a little reunion of my own. The high school reunion. Now this is not your typical high school reunion where "what are you up to these days?" is the party line and everyone is taking the drink-til-it's-not-awkward approach. No no...it's much better than that. This reunion usually happens when the boys - once 18 year old potheads, now suit-wearing business men in New York City - roll into town (ironically, the occasion bringing them to town this time was a Phish concert :-). And it almost always ends in a rowdy dinner during which conversation turns inappropriate and we are all reminded that though we may look a little older and have real people jobs, nothing has really changed. Which is just how I like it.