Everyone was in a good mood, no one was bragging about being married or having children, and most seemed open and interested in catching up, albeit briefly (and anyway, that's ideal in these situations). There was shrieking over people I'd forgotten about, shrieking at people I didn't expect to show up, and genuine joy at seeing people who had been important in my life: Lucy, Abby, Justin, Shanaz (Evie still remembers mum's sponge cake...and the exploding golf ball!). It didn't validate me, but surprised me that people remembered me, that the cutest boy in the year asked for my number and gave me his card. It was beautiful when Justin leaned in during a group conversation and told me he was in love with me during high school.
The rest of the night took a pleasurably deviant turn, involving a gay friend and straight new-found friend from school, chemicals, dancing and flirting at a tres fun gay club, and spending the wee hours with aforementionned new-found friend on my balcony, in my bed, smoking, talking on e, very much enjoying each other's company. Bliss.