In my last column, “Shopping Like It’s 1966” about deciding what to wear for my 60th high school reunion, I said I might follow it with a post-reunion write-up — depending on how things went. Having survived the event relatively unscathed, I thought I’d offer a snapshot of my experience. For my columns, I try to work in some relevance to Santa Barbara, and while I haven’t quite met that goal here, I figure folks in every city and town in America…