June 1983, College Graduation Party. I was 22 years old.

Let’s face it, folks, for those of us who were of age at the time, the 80’s weren’t kind to us in the fashion department. Look at me. I’m the one on the right, if you didn’t know. Sadly. Pseudo-shag haircut. And the glasses. Oh. My. The glasses. Pink plastic glasses with gold trim. And need I say it? Glasses. As. Big. As. My. Head. Oh yeah. I was stylin’!

Well, and there are a few other noticeable things about the photo, I suppose. I’m putting myself out there, people. Really out there. Look at my two friends on the left. Ummmmm . . . they look a bit . . . . Oh, I just can’t look at them without laughing. They’re a little ummm . . . happy, shall I say. Or gone. Or a lot gone. My friend just to the left of me is looking a little happy too. And me. Well, I was not a smoker. So, the fact that I had a cigarette in my hand meant one thing and one thing only. I had been imbibing. You know. Drinking. And I’m not talking milk.

Yes, this was The Party To End All Parties. The party to say We Were Graduating from four years of college. We had made it. We were DONE. We were celebrating. We were partying. Hard. I actually remember, ummm, parts, of this party. And all I can say is this: I’ve never touched a gin and tonic since then and that’s nearly 24 years ago.

I showed this picture to a good friend last night while Nate was with us. While we were laughing and making jokes about it, he wanted to see it. As he gave it back to me, he said, “Mommy, I don’t want to see that picture of you ever again.” Oh my. Party Hard Pre-Mommy scared my little boy. Or maybe it was just The Glasses As Big As My Head. The Glasses That Nearly Ate My Head.

And as far as style, that’s not the worst of it, Nate. Oh no, that’s not the worst of it. *Cue the scary music. Fade out.*

But laugh and smile along with me. Those were some great times. Despite the really bad fashion.
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