Class reunion

Last time I went to a class reunion, my brother Greg and I had no interest in going. I dragged him along anyway, and it kind of sucked. We pretty much kept to ourselves. Once in a while someone would say, "It's the Wong brothers!" When someone would ask what we were up to, we bullshitted, like, "Oh, I'm an oil-rig firefighter" or "I have a couple kids in a trailer or Ojai." It was a lot like we were students again... We split early, and went to a Peechees show at Jabberjaw. The show was great. We must have seen 20-25 friends there, including the band, which rocked like hell. At the end of the night, we were glad we went to the reunion because it made us realize that our lives definitely did not peak out in high school, and that life was indeed better than ever.

This weekend, I convinced Greg to go with me again. This time, we're bringing spouses. Has anything else changed? More importantly, what does one wear to such a thing?