All in all, I'd have to say that the past 30 hours have been very surreal. Since it's been so many years since summer camp, I didn't really remember all that much, nor did I recognize that many people when I walked into the bar. Some I recognized instantly -- my mind saw the little kid I knew inside the faces I saw Friday night and I was able to put name to face. Others I was not so handy with and required a little help. They recognized me immediately, and one told me later on that she thought I looked very much like the kid she knew when we were campers. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The cliques are still there. Some behaviors are still there. The plaques that I made with my bunkmates and posted in a couple of the buildings when we were campers are still there. The buildings look a lot smaller though. We don't grow up, we just grow old.

I'm glad I went, though. I would've felt that I was missing something big had I not gone, and I did appreciate the chance to see my friends years later and see how they all turned out. And now that I'm overexhausted from jet lag and not sleeping on the flight to Boston and not sleeping much last night, I'm going to sleep. If anyone wakes me, they should expect to be defeated by my shaolin kung-fu fighting style that will surely show them the error of their ways.