Finding out that the only thing you had in common with a group of friends was drinking. I had a secondary group of friends in college. I fell in with them after my main group of friends went their separate ways due to a variety of life events. We hung out for a few years, but until last night, we hadn't seen each other as a group in over 25 years. We actually lost touch of each other entirely for a decade or so, but one of the guys tracked us all down online and we've hit like on each other's Facebook posts and even made the occasional comment since then. Everyone was in town this weekend, so we had a little reunion last night.
Me and one of the other guys no longer drink. The others still think they're in college. It was dreadful. It started off with a bunch of conversations about nights none of us really remember that went absolutely nowhere. The four drinkers only brought up partying they've done over the last twenty years, but even those stories were pointless, meandering "you had to be there" anecdotes. As they worked on ramping up their blood alcohol content, I talked with the sober guy. It was at least a coherent conversation, but he was the first one to move away, we haven't seen each other in person since then, and he's the most private on social media, so it was basically like meeting him for the first time. I couldn't generate much interest in his stories about work and his family since I had no idea who any of the people were. I'm still not sure how many kids he has. He at least knew my kids' names, but the disinterest was mostly mutual.
We finally sat back and watched the others descend into drunkenness, asking each other if we really acted like that back then, and why we thought this reunion was even a good idea. After a few hours, I texted the one guy's wife to make sure she was really going to show up later to drive them all home. Once we knew they had safe transportation, we snuck out. We promised to keep hitting like on the occasional Facebook post, then wished each other a nice life and headed toward our cars which, fittingly, were on opposite sides of the parking lot.