I spent many, many hours in my early 20s drinking heavily with a group of my neighborhood friends. Bar to bar to bar, night after night, often followed by vomiting, in my case. Some of them profess nostalgia for those days, and get together every Christmas. I've been to several of these gatherings but they grow tiresome, especially since a few of these folks, though in their late 60s, have apparently not progressed very far. Every year they ask me to come to the dinner, but I care less and less. I try to get out but they keep pulling me back in, as somebody said in The Godfather. Not looking for a resolution here, but it might be interesting to discuss this. Do you hang out with the folks you mis-spent part of your youth with?