The discrepancy at hand is #22 on my Highschool Meme. I did not, in fact, go to Senior Prom with Ray Yeh Fun-to-Seh as previously touted, which is a shame because I actually looked a lot better for Junior Prom. I looked better than Ray too, and you know that way back in the *cough* 1980's, it was all about The Look. On this particular night, I did not have The Look. Not that this is all about me. Wait, this is my blog... it is all about me! Anyhoo, I went to Senior Prom with a Saxophone player named Kevin... Kevin Something. He would probably be grateful that I cannot remember his last name, thereby saving him the embarrassment of admitting in front of the entire internet that He Was There.
Kevin Something was a very nice guy and my BFF Christy and I used to have a lot of fun at his expense by making up aftershave commercials that involved Kevin, his saxophone and a sultry night. I'm pretty sure the two of us cajoled him into going to prom with me. And this is the result. Serves me right, doesn't it?
See, this 
was back when prom still was some semblance of normal, which meant that it did not involve expensive salon visits, limousines, or hotel rooms. For better or for worse (in this case worse), I did my hair myself and Kevin drove his dad's car. I had my hair in a bob at the time and I desperately wanted it to be pulled back. Desperate is the right word. I'm not quite sure what possessed me to purchase the yellow Scarlett O'Hara gown, other than the fact that it was kind of shiny and I really like shiny. But back to the story.
was back when prom still was some semblance of normal, which meant that it did not involve expensive salon visits, limousines, or hotel rooms. For better or for worse (in this case worse), I did my hair myself and Kevin drove his dad's car. I had my hair in a bob at the time and I desperately wanted it to be pulled back. Desperate is the right word. I'm not quite sure what possessed me to purchase the yellow Scarlett O'Hara gown, other than the fact that it was kind of shiny and I really like shiny. But back to the story.We double dated with my friend David (clarinet)- I told you, in band, these things matter- and his date, Bass Clarinet. We were just a big ol' Woodwind Gang. Our prom was held in a fancy hotel in Crystal City and I got irritated with my date for rummaging through my purse (did his mother never tell him NOT to do that??) Other than that, I can't remember a blessed thing about the whole evening. But apparently something other than my hair was pretty funny. 
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.
2 comments:
Well, I think you look adorable! It's a lot of fun to look back at the old photos and dredge up the old memories! Thanks for sharing!
He absolutely did not look better than you. So hard to look at ourselves objectively, isn't it. You look great and he resembles Mr. Bean who has always reminded me a little tiny bit of a preacher we know and love. Hmmm...
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