Tomorrow's the big day -- 27 years in the making! I'm going to Adam Ant. We'll be in the front row. We're old enough to stay in a luxury hotel and have a leisurely dinner. (As opposed to last time when Beth and I had to change in the car at the nude beach in San Francisco -- we were there for a Paleontology class, not the nudists!)
So I think like Adam Ant, we've only improved with time. And Laurie is such a good friend, she wouldn't even care if I wore my 1985 T-shirt. Though I'm not going to. I'll spare her that -- only because she wouldn't care. Beth would not have gotten off so easily. Which may be why she flaked on me. Just had to share!