I hesitate to say that my prom was one of the best nights of my younger life, but I’m pretty sure it’s true. I feel a little bit like Rose Nylan right now, but it was just as you’d imagine Jersey to have been in 1991. Lots of Aqua Net and teal eye liner, Dyeables shoes in various shades of pink. The event was held at one of the many North Jersey venues ending in “Manor.” A close friend was my date, one of the boys who I’d known since the days when I longed to kiss Scott Dulin and told only my Strawberry Shortcake diary so. Prom night was a perfect storm of senior year events: being dumped only weeks earlier in a very cruel manner, losing 15 pounds during the spiral that was the closeout of high school, and realizing I needed to seize the day before I never saw some of my classmates again. I don’t remember a time to that point when I’d felt so damn good.
Please, please click on this link and do your due giggling diligence. Kristy of She Just Walks Around With It has done one hell of a job assembling some of the Interwebs’ finest in their prom gear. Her efforts do not disappoint. Please don’t give up before you get to the last of the pictures, number 27? My 17-year-old self is waiting for you there.
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That’s a great pic! Looks like you were having a really, REALLY good time!
Dang, woman!
Some of those pics are just plain horrifying.
You’re so kind to send the link-love, but you are even kinder for providing the kind of fodder that makes my post as special as it could possibly be.
Rock. On.
Ohhhhh, your 17 year old self was spectacular. The face you are making! The face! The hands! The dress! It’s somehow so of course it’s you and yet so not!
I would have asked you to dance but I would have been arrested….”person of trust” and all that. :)
Peace
OMG. I think they need to change the “fist pump” to the “throw down”, because I now see that’s totally where it’s at… or at least where it was.
I pink puffy heart you for allowing that to be on the internet.
Clearly they saved the best for last.
Also I miss the days of crushed velvet. and 10″ bangs.
I laughed when I saw “St. Olaf”….I loved when Rose talked about Minnesota. I live near St. Olaf College….there isn’t actually a town called St. Olaf.
I work with a woman that tells stories like Rose though….