Went to my ’25th’ a few years ago and the more interesting aspect was those who didn’t turn up and those that had obviously been told by their partners that they were not going on their own!
Everyone looked and behaved surprisingly like they did at school (were the others who perhaps hadn’t faired so well too embarrassed to turn up?) and the same ‘cliques’ formed with only brief nods/pleasantries to the others.
One of the most amusing things was going up to the bar chat to a guy I’d had a ‘proper’ scrap with – his first words were “are we going to fight?” – 26 years hadn’t dimmed the memory and his wife gave me filthy looks all the time we chatted 😆
Also highly amusing was the wistful looks in the girls/womens eyes re the school heart throb (Bryan Ferry lookalike when it was cool to look like Bryan Ferry) followed by the utter devastation when it was obvious he wasn’t coming.
Glad I went but in reality it quickly became a piss-up with people I had seen on a semi-regular basis when I went back home anyway.