OK, ya'll. Lately I have been noticing that I've been "forgetting" a few little ole' things. I decided that I might need to blog about some things in my past so that when the day possibly comes where I forget everything... I can just look back and remember how
lame great and exciting my life was. It will be like Noah's notebook for Allie. Yeah, it will be just like it.
I couldn't think of a better thing to start with than the Prom. Who doesn't want to remember that??? "What about prom, Blaine?" Ahhh, memories - oh wait that's not my memory. Moving on.
I thought ya'll might a kick out of this pic. This is me in the 8th grade with my date to the B4 High prom. Get it, "Before High School". We were full of some major coolness. B4 High was a... well, I really don't know what it was, but kids from 3 middle schools in our area would get together once a month for a dance. But, let me clarify - I NEVER ONCE got asked to dance in all my years at B4 High. How sad is that? All my friends did. I personally feel responsible for keeping the four walls up.
And since I know you're dying to, let's talk about this pic. It's 1988 in all it's glory.Yes, he has on a white tux. Yes, he has on a gold cumberbund and bowtie. And yes, he has a mullet. What you can't see is that my dress had little gold sparkles and my wrist corsage had gold ribbons. Check out my farmer's tan. The top part of my arms are pasty white. I know what you're thinking - we had it going on!
Spring forward a couple of years. This was my Sophomore year of high school in 1990. I was loving my first and only Jessica McClintock dress. My date - didn't like him so much. I'm not sure why I thought it looked good for my bangs to be completely covering my eyes. I hate that you can't see my mouth full of braces.
1991 - My Junior Prom - By far my favorite one. My date was so.much.fun! I'm rocking a perm, baby! And since my bangs completely covered my eyes the year before, this year I completely pulled them back with a barrette - nice. I loved, loved, loved my purple dress. No farmer's tan this year - I was full-on pasty white.
And last - My Senior Year - 1992 - My date was about 50 feet tall. I'm still pasty white but check out the bangs - they're finally in the right place! Don't even ask, I have no idea why I wore white pantyhose. There's just nothing right about that.
Next week I'm gonna remember my lovely life of sports. Would ya'll be interested in joining me? I'm thinking about doing a Mr. Linky if any of you think you might want to join in. I think it will be fun!