Flash Back

This is my Senior Prom Picture.

Notice we did not smile, and I don't think that was planned either. I'd just cut my shoulder length hair into a bob that was shaves in the back and had a tail**blank stare** I knew my mother would be upset so I saved the pony tail that was cut off and brought it home to hair.

Crickets

I was wearing a $1000 dress from I. Magnin which was a size too big by the time prom came around and looking at it again, was probably designed from a much more mature woman, at least someone with some curves. I'd cut out the picture of the dress and saved it all year, and found it on sale at the last minute for a reasonable price.

That was my boyfriend.
He'd been out of high school for two years.
I spent most of my Senior Year with him at his cousin's house, cutting class, watching "stories" and smoking pot.

He drove us to the Prom in a Yellow Caddillac El Dorado with a 5th Wheel (you might have to be from Oakland to know what that means)

He's wearing Gucci loafers with no socks and a Tuxedo from his cousin's wedding.

Yes! I was taller than him.
He wanted me to wear heels because he thought it was sexy.
My mother and I disagreed.

My mother still calls him Hambone to this day, because the first time I brought him home from dinner he started doing the Hambone at the table (that thing when you slap your hand between your thigh and chest to keep rhythm to a song).

Needless to say he was kinda country, and my parents were nothing short of appalled.

One of my besties was kind enough to post this on Facebook for me....

1989 was a helluva year!