The alums are descending upon Princeton University for yet another weekend of drunken revelry and catching up with classmates. Most return to their alma mater every five or so years; however, there are some Princetonians who come back every single year. My class has more than a hundred members coming down this year. Since I live three miles down the road, I usually give myself an extended weekend off from work and do the Reunions thing myself.
For me, it’s often an oddly alienating experience because I never really developed any deep bonds of friendship with my graduating class (1999), but instead most of my friends are part of my original class (1994). Last year was great because they all came down for their 10th, this year…who knows.
I suppose that I will have to swing by the 30th Reunion tent since the class of 1975 went as far as to import 5760 bottles of Tiger Beer (our mascot) from Singapore.
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