I took this in the spacious commons room of Carlmont High School, which had a nice feeling to it sans noisy teens.
My first impression of the crowd was: Omigod, who are all these old people. But they looked younger as the evening wore on; by the time I left we all looked much better!
I guess it's just getting over the shock. (It's like having hundreds of mirrors to show you how much you've aged. Unavoidable.)
Everyone I talked to - well, the women, anyway - said they liked their life better now than they ever had.
I slipped out without saying goodbye. Nice people, but I don't like to remember those bad high school years.
And it's over.