Thursday, March 31, 2005

A blast from the past 

You just never know who you're going to stumble across out here in the cyberhood, do you? I woke up this morning to find the following comment had been left on my blog:

I don't know who you think you're fooling, but none of these gowns look *anything* like your prom dress. Hoop-skirt girl. Jas
I nearly fell off the couch when I read that! Jas? As in Jason, my prom date from 1983? THAT one?

I must admit that Jason speaks the truth about the hoopskirt. What is prom if not a young girl's first opportunity to get in touch with her inner Scarlett O'Hara? I got in touch with mine in a big way when I chose that dress, and now that the truth has been revealed, I'm afraid I have no option but to post a picture. So here it is (wow, photos from 1983 have NOT held up very well, have they?):

Scarlett O'Hara might have had her share of problems, but I venture to say that she never tried to stuff her hoopskirt into the Mighty Maverick Moose Mobile:

Funny prom story: I had a real fight on my hands that night with gravity. Perhaps, in hindsight, a strapless gown was not the best choice for someone with bigger shoulder blades than boobs, and the dress seemed determined to head south. So every 15 minutes or so, I would grab it in the front and Jason would grab it in the back, and we would hike it back into position. Then Jason would give a wicked grin and say, "I psychically willed it to fall." Sure you did, Jas, sure you did. Aren't you just Uri Freakin' Geller? We repeated this little scene several times, and on the final time, just as Jason finished delivering the punchline, my fake pearls came undone and slid down the front of my dress. Gasp!

Not so funny prom story: My mom still has that dress in my closet at home. I could always wear it to the JAG prom, I suppose. I'd just have to lose 35 pounds in the next 4 weeks first.

well i think it's...er...lovely. very scarlet o'hara ;)
Oh BonBon. I have the same damn dress, nearly. In turquoise. In my mom's attic. I think we should go to My Old Kentucky Home together, in our dresses. I also have the SAME photo of me trying to cram my damn skirt into my date's Pontiac Sunbird.
Oh, and that was Deana, btw. I forgot I have to use my name here.
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