Ok, I figured out why I'm feeling so squirmy about my 20th high school reunion. It has nothing to do with high school itself, and everything to do with my bad behavior at the reunion ten years ago, when I mismanaged an interaction with someone I hardly remembered after she shared a Very Important Memory with me (that was before seminary! I'd handle it so much better now!), tried to convince an unmarried classmate that he was probably gay (um, sorry, buddy) and almost certainly drank more than I'm used to (and since what I'm used to is like a beer a month, it doesn't take all that much).
Since that's all it is, I can get over THAT.
And go to the durn thing.
And maybe actually have a good time.