A lot has happened in 30 years

In a holding pattern while I wait for the big event to start in a bit. We're meeting old friends for dinner before heading to a room full of even more old friends and former acquaintances at my 30th high school reunion. The problem I'm anticipating is trying to determine who's who in a dark room with loud music. So far I've deduced that people either look just like they did when we graduated only with added wrinkles and maybe added pounds, or they are completely unrecognizable.

My only hope is that everyone is provided with a name tag designed for the visually impaired. Or maybe that's vision impaired. There will probably be many, many people in the room who are visually impaired, with an extra chin here or a beer belly there. In fact, I expect most of us to be impaired in some way. You don't get to 48 without some signs of aging. At least that's my story (excuse?) and I'm sticking to it.

Along with the problem of trying to recognize people, there's the fear that I've forgotten everyone. I'm not good at looking all casual and self-assured when I have no freaking idea who you are. Were we best buds in 7th grade home room? Did we eat lunch together every day in the cafeteria? Surely I will remember those folks. If not, I just hope I'm a better actor than I think I am.

I so wish I had been able to hunt down at least one yearbook so I could cram for this exam.