It's Prom Night!

LaskiGal challenged us to drag out those old prom photos and post for the entire world to see. Fun though this sounds, for sheer entertainment value alone, the problem lies in the fact that I never had a prom. I transferred from a very small public school to a miniscule 2-room school in the basement of a church when I was in 9th grade. We worked at our own pace in our own books and the teacher was there for help when we got stuck. My sister and I were the entire graduating class. (She worked a year ahead, the little smarty pants.)

Our school got together with another very small private school in the area and had a Senior Supper of sorts. Yeh, it was every bit as fun as it sounded. But we did get to dress up, have an excuse to use a whole can of Aqua Net instead of just a half, and wear dead flowers pinned to our chests.

Here are the photos from that memorable night.





What the HECK happened to my bangs? I'm pretty sure Edward Scissorhands got a little too close. Pity it happened so close Senior Supper.





I'm the one in the blue dress, in case you're wondering. My sister is the one in the pink dress. You know, the Smarty Pants. (And for the record, that dress is a geniune Gunne Sax knock off.)

Remember, it was the 80's. But you'll notice I was never at the height of fashion, either hair-wise or with the dress. You'll also notice that I must have used the whole stinkin' can of Aqua Net on the right side of my head, leaving nothing for the left.

Incidentally, this was also the first time that I ever met my dear husband. He attended the other school, so we didn't know each other. I saw him and thought, "Um, ewwww!" Romantic, no? But the next time we met it was a bit different. We eventually got married, obviously.




And just because I was thumbing through albums I thought I'd inflict upon you the cuteness that was me.



I should make this one my new avatar.



Have you gathered that I liked horses yet?


You'll have to forgive the craptacular photos. With no scanner I had to resort to the photo of a photo, and we all know that's kinda like your lunch coming back on you. It's just never as good as the original.