Well, it's not me at the ripe old age of 15 standing in line waiting to get into the AC/DC concert, but even worse. A pic of me in my prom tux circa 1982.
There is an old school twist to my prom. The girl I went to prom with & I broke up a couple months before the prom. Since her mom invested in a nice dress for her, and since it was my last chance at prom, and I already rented the tux, we decided to still go & make the best of it. BIG fuggin' mistake.
The prom itself was miserable (for us). I'm sure I was being a dick, but she didn't help by being anti-social. After dropping her off at home (the original plan was some "alone" time with her at my folks summer home) I headed out to a friends house where I drank and smoked myself into a stupor, and apparently hallucinated enough to blurt out something about Santana missles hiding in the sand trap. To get to the Old School part of the story, my friends and I decided that we needed to go out and have FUN (God knows I needed it!) for the day after, so we got tickets to see Motorhead, Krokus, & Fist at the Aragon in Chicago. I think that was Iron Fist/Once Vice at a Time era stuff....Much fun was had, and a week or so later, I ended up dating a full blooded Swedish gal (who was a borderline nympho!lol) for the entire summer.
J-Dubya
How in the Fug did I end up in a light blue tux?????!!!!!!!!!!
There is an old school twist to my prom. The girl I went to prom with & I broke up a couple months before the prom. Since her mom invested in a nice dress for her, and since it was my last chance at prom, and I already rented the tux, we decided to still go & make the best of it. BIG fuggin' mistake.
The prom itself was miserable (for us). I'm sure I was being a dick, but she didn't help by being anti-social. After dropping her off at home (the original plan was some "alone" time with her at my folks summer home) I headed out to a friends house where I drank and smoked myself into a stupor, and apparently hallucinated enough to blurt out something about Santana missles hiding in the sand trap. To get to the Old School part of the story, my friends and I decided that we needed to go out and have FUN (God knows I needed it!) for the day after, so we got tickets to see Motorhead, Krokus, & Fist at the Aragon in Chicago. I think that was Iron Fist/Once Vice at a Time era stuff....Much fun was had, and a week or so later, I ended up dating a full blooded Swedish gal (who was a borderline nympho!lol) for the entire summer.
J-Dubya
How in the Fug did I end up in a light blue tux?????!!!!!!!!!!
