Mine was this past September. I couldn't go because I was too phobic. My husband said he would take me there and drop me off (he didn't want to go), but I was just too fearful to go by myself. So no big deal.
Til this morning when I saw the pictures from the reunion. And I cried because I missed it and cried because I wasn't brave enough to go. And cried because I feel this way. And I cried because all the guys got old and fat, hee hee, and I missed it.
:cry: