May 14, 2009 11:02 pm
Phew, that was a mouthful.
It’s a trifecta this week. First off, The Stiletto Mom and Blissfully Caffeinated have teamed up to pressure us into bringing out our cheesy prom pictures. Next, Bex from Adventures of the Grigg Boys is having her weekly Funky Foto Flashback. To top things off, Jen from Sprite’s Keeper has tied this week’s Spin Cycle with the prom theme so there was really no escaping it.
My senior prom was in 1995 and there isn’t really an interesting story to tell. I went with Scott, my childhood sweetheart. We “dated” in elementary school and broke up when he went to 6th grade since he was a year older than me and couldn’t date a lowly 5th grader. We dated again during my senior year of high school and then broke up at the end of the summer when we realized that we weren’t right for each other.
Our moms took about a thousand pictures of us getting ready to go. I believe phrases like “this is what their wedding day will look like!” were thrown around a time or two by his mom. She really wanted things to work out.
Here we are getting ready to drive off. That’s my super awesome VW bus in the background, his name was Rusty. We weren’t really covered in lint, my scanner could use some dusting and the pictures came out horrible.
I realize that my prom pictures are tame and might not live up to the expected 80’s big hair pictures but I missed that decade. In order to not disappoint, I dug deep through my old pictures and found some shots of the only other dance I’ve ever attended.. my 8th grade formal.
We didn’t have a lot of money growing up and my parents couldn’t afford to buy me a new dress for the dance. My mom really wanted me to go so we borrowed a dress from one of her friend’s daughters. I’ve mentioned my disdain for all things pink, right? I think this is where it may have originated:
How excited do I look to be standing on the sidewalk in that Pepto Bismol sponsored dress? Jesus.
Here I am with my 8th grade homies. They were homies too, it was about the time when we were all saying things like “Homie don’t play that” and “Eat my shorts”. We got a limo for this dance and drove around by the beach rolling down the window and asking people if they had Grey Poupon. I think we even asked some guy if those were Bugle Boy jeans he was wearing. We were too cool for school, I tell ya.