I realized that most of my posts are only on Flashback Friday... but I guess it's the only thing pertaining to blogging that actually seems "scheduled" with me... so oh well!! If you missed my last Flashbacks over the busy holidays (and feel like browsing)... go HERE and HERE.
(I obviously had my eyes closed for a reason!!!)
This week, I chose a picture from a scrapbook. It is not great quality... but you'll get my drift. The year was 1999. My cousin and I, pretty much inseparable around that time... happened to befriend a couple of guys in 11th and 12th grade. We all hung out on weekends and somewhat at school. I believe that the guys had crushes on us... yet... we just liked the attention aaaaaand strung them along as "just friends". (I know, horrible)!! Well, we ended up getting asked to the Prom, which in my case ended up being a nightmare!!! My cousin's date, though odd in his attire (tux SHORTS instead of PANTS) was on the ball with tickets and plans, etc. My date on the other hand, though odd in his attire as well (Korn meets... the Leprechaun???), was getting in trouble for STUPID stuff up until the DAY of prom. Not only was it totally immature... but it was annoying. He got tickets at the last minute (which I think I paid for actually)... and he was, as I was in those days, fond of the JNCO brand jean and did NOT want to wear tux pants (which, you know, might actually look NORMAL). I didn't know this until the day OF and I actually saw him when he came to pick me up. Meanwhile I had found a dress and was hoping to do at least a little of the primping (even though I wasn't much into fancy hair and nails at the time--not that I am now). But anyway. He got in trouble the day before prom and was almost not allowed to GO. I think the principal gave him a break because of the fact that I was planning to go and I couldn't go if he didn't go because I was only in 10th grade. So he had to sit through some detention where he decided to CARVE IMAGES (of God only knows what) into the desk... where he proceeded to get into MORE trouble. UGH! Needless to say, I couldn't make a hair appointment due to the fact that I didn't know if I was even going to the prom at that point. The day of the prom came and we, in fact, were able to go... although I was not a happy camper and pretty much was embarrassed the whole evening. (#1. My date's outfit & #2. I wasn't able to get a prom 'do and looked like a complete slob.... oh, also... my date smelled like B.O. all night too). Now don't get me wrong, the guy was a nice guy--I guess it was just a bit disappointing. My cousin's date, on the other hand, got PROM KING. LOL! Oh... the memories.
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