Oh, I'll stick around. I kinda think of this place as being like a cocktail party in a John Updike novel. I was thinking that we all ought to give our e-mail addresses to somebody like Corri who could be like the Class Secretary and send out reunion messages in 10 years or something like that. I would be fascinated to hear what happened with everyone.
I, for one, will have had SEX twice by then. So I should be in a pretty good mood around the bar and the cocktail weenies.
