Remy and I went to the wedding of a friend of mine today, a girl I've known since high school. In fact, she's pretty much the only person I've kept in touch with from high school. The fact that we both went to Pitt probably helped.

I was a little anxious about going to the wedding, wondering just how many other people from high school I might run into. Three, as it turned out, and we were all at the same table for the reception. People I haven't seen in nine years. They all looked great, and were doing really well, and I was likewise happy to show off my bad self and my charming husband. It was so weird, though, talking with them- it was as though we'd never left high school. As we described where we live and what we do for a living, it felt like we were teenagers pretending to be grown-ups.

One of them said something I agree with: it's nice to visit and find out what other people have been doing, but just for a little while. It's a relief to get back to your regular life, which doesn't include these people anymore.