tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post971272692009363140..comments2008-05-18T03:29:19.350-05:00christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07794189896082342213noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-75367387792779379392008-05-18T03:29:00.000-05:002008-05-18T03:29:00.000-05:00kristabella, this is true. and i believe fannie is also confused when i reiterate our youth so accurately.christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07794189896082342213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-8473141447462597852008-05-17T23:47:00.000-05:002008-05-17T23:47:00.000-05:00You have an amazing memory for someone who consumes alcohol on a regular basis. I'm impressed!Kristabellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03562696078418955398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-81341485746908021392008-05-14T19:13:00.000-05:002008-05-14T19:13:00.000-05:00i'd broken up with the skateboarder for this?<BR/><BR/>that is the best disappointed realization i've ever heard....feistyMNgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00546263838525086191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-13951466489464503422008-05-13T13:25:00.000-05:002008-05-13T13:25:00.000-05:00Am I wrong in feeling slighted that our school didn't even have junior prom? <BR/>I missed out on so much...Whiskeymariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-20585495244522722932008-05-13T09:29:00.000-05:002008-05-13T09:29:00.000-05:00is this another one of those times when you write something and know I'm going to laugh my arse off reading it? First, my prom hair was ALMOST worse than my "choppin' broccoli" perm, hence no hair stylist the following year. Second, the image of "prom date" jumping over the bushes will be forever singed in my mind...right next to the one of you falling down the steps at his wedding. (Readers: this was not 2-3 small steps. It was a full flight down the grand stairway that led into the reception area.)<BR/><BR/>p.s. i have his e-mail address if you want to share this post with him. -FannieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-19179561017983291242008-05-13T09:21:00.000-05:002008-05-13T09:21:00.000-05:00That looks very much like the dress I wore in my sister's wedding in 1992.CDPhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956997477396182396noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239226453430504007.post-72257739400873980652008-05-13T08:59:00.000-05:002008-05-13T08:59:00.000-05:00I love the photo and the memories.<BR/><BR/>My junior prom date was justafriend who harbored a crush on me until he met a super lame girl his sophomore year at St. John's. They got married in a boring wedding, bought a boring house and a boring dog. They are still my friends. My boring friends.L Sasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09852624970958809824noreply@blogger.com