Most of them went home to their run down apartments and condos, told their adult children to go to bed and turned in their BMW and suit rentals the next day.
I figure a Woodstock reunion would have been the same kind of thing. 70-year-old women wearing love beads and flashing peace signs pretending for a day that they are still hippies and "down with the struggle" while trying not to let on they don't actually live in large suburban neighborhoods down in Westchester County. They might even have voted for Trump (not that there's anything wrong with that).
You just reminded me of one of the great music lines from the 1980s. I made it my new tagline. :-)
I have never gone to a reunion and have zero desire to go.