The DJ will destroy the thing you do at reunions, which is TALK. Talk and talk and talk some more. The music needs to be low for most of the evening.
Do most people bring their spouse?
I talked to my girlfriends and I think we are leaving them at home since they won't know anyone. I brought my hubby to my 10 year, but he didn't have a good time at all.
You are only thinking of the locals. You have to think more broadly. But it does always seem that the committees are the ones that stayed in town, and from my reunion experiences, they NEVER think about the ones that have to travel. At my 10 year they gave the "traveled the farthest" award to a popular girl that came from inside of CA (I'm from CA). Uh, hello, I came from WA and another one of my group came from FL. But we weren't even on their radar, because we *left*.
For my 10 year I had a boyfriend. At my 20 year I had a husband (different guy). Neither one could come. For the 10 year I was just out of grad school and was broke. The only reason we could go is because boyfriend and I were both from the same general area and wanted to check out our old stomping grounds. He stayed in the hotel room, and I could only go to the almost-free portion, because I couldn't afford their overpriced hotel banquet meal.
For the 20 year, the cost was more than what you're charging. I again managed to put the reunion into a bigger trip. Because we traveled, and because I had *left* the area and had no friends that weren't also attending and no family other than my untrustworthy father there, that left no one to watch my 3 year old. DH stayed in the hotel room with DS, watching Ratatouille, instead of attending with me.
So YES, people will want to go with spouses. Though by the 20 year there had already been a ton of divorces, and it was a singles scene just like back in HS, whereas the 10 year had new marriages all loveydovey.
Only the locals will treat it like "just another night out". For the travelers, it's a BIG deal.
It was organized by the school's drama clique, who constantly made remarks about inside jokes but didn't clue anyone else in on what they meant. They just giggled and whispered. Morons.
There were several mean-spirited speeches/presentations that to this day, I don't know if they were supposed to be parodies. (They were performers after all.) One woman's nastygram to the Committee, filled with racial and ethnic hate slurs, was read to the group. Followed by the slide show about the class' long-haired rock star (and pot head) who supposedly became a professional ballet dancer. That brought down the already-poor party atmosphere. They turned on a CD player they filled with disco songs and tried to get people to dance on the uneven, muddy ground.
Very strange day. Haven't been to a reunion since that day - it was a bizarre lesson learned.
Our 20 year was like that, only the reunion (as usual) was organized by the wealthy/cheerleader/popular crowd. And, as usual, just like in HS, it involved them screaming at people to be quiet (never understanding that 25 feet away from the stage *you could not hear them*, because they didn't know their equipment, and the talkers had no idea anyone was talking!) and having hissy fits because there wasn't enough bowing and scraping to the organizers.
I was *in* the Drama group, and gotta tell ya, I think maybe we'll take over planning for the 30 year so we can have some fun at a reunion at long last, LOL. (though not with the slurs)
But all that said, especially at the 20 year, I reconnected with people that I had NO idea I would want to reconnect with! Everyone says "the people I cared about, I kept in touch with", and I think that in many cases people have NO idea how interesting people have gotten. And how many other people they are missing out on getting to know, because they think they know the people they care about.
I joined FB because of my 20 year. I'm still wishing someone had organized a 25 year for this year, and I'm sure I'll hear about the great party had at the bar in honor of it...by the locals who have forgotten that there are other people in the universe. Hopefully the apathy that marked my class of '87 (and '91 for college, too) will lift for the 30 year, because I'm hoping the committee people from my high school will have learned by then that San Jose isn't the only place in the universe, and some of us actually do like to show up every so often. And not be screamed at.
before I'd live alone or with anyone else in a mansion... 
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