Sometimes I find it hard to remember I'm in my thirties. Today I had a late lunch at El Chilito with an old high school friend I hadn't seen in at least five years. Playing catch-up is always sort of weird to me, for how much I tend to overshare and expect others to know, and even stranger when I realize later I've just hung out with someone I'm not related to but have known literally half my life. It was the same dynamic we had in high school, but thankfully tempered with age and distance; comparing notes on who we're keeping up with, how small the world is (he works in VA with another alum's fiancee's sister, but the couple lives in CO), how we're different from who we were. I found it startling how many of these math and science kids ended up in film production, of all things.