(Myself, Kenny G (my date for homecoming), Kenny B, my bff Tracy, Gene and Chrissy
Pictures are strange, They bring back so much. I saw the above pictures and I was instantly transported back in time to the 1980's. My husband saw the same pictures and commented in his usual droll way that the pictures were like something out of a more punkier John Hughes movie.
High school was an interesting time for me. My parents had lost their house and we were roaming from rental to rental like a band of nomads. I had morphed from preppie geek girl to punk rocker between freshman and sophmore year. My once light brown hair was dyed blue black, I pierced my nostril and wore a uniform of all black with monkey boots on most days.
When the homecoming dance came around, my friend Tracy and I went dress shopping. We idolized Siouxsie Sioux of Siouxsie and the Banshees and wanted to emulate her. I found the perfect dress: all black with a sheen to it to match my hair. Tracy found a black lace dress that hugged her waist.
I don't remember much from that night. I am sure I drank too much and I remember that Kenny G wore a shiny silver suit and Kenny B carried a cane and top hat.
What is also interesting is how my perception of myself that night was so warped. I remember feeling fat. Yet, looking back all I see is a curvy, young rather Goth looking girl with fabulous blue black hair who had style.
Even though I may pretend, deep down inside I am not the staid and lawyerly type. I am still a rebel. So last night when my hair stylist asked me, "Are you sure you want to go that dark. That's really black."
My head moved up and down and I said firmly, "Fuck it. Go for it."
All I need now are some combat boots.