I remember when I graduated from highschool. The class of '87. It was the 80's. Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi were blastin' from my mustang. My best friend was Janelle, and my boyfriend was Glenn. Neither of them went to my school. I went to a super-tiny, super-conservative, Baptist Christian School. Janelle went to ANOTHER super-conservative, super-tiny, Baptist Christian School across town.
Glenn, however, went to The Big Highschool. He was senior class president of The Big Highschool. He was popular. He had friends. He had friends who were allowed to swim with members of the opposite sex. He had friends who were girls..... and...were allowed to wear......PANTS!!! (gasp!!)
So how, you ask, was a little private school girl able to snag this skinny legged track star for a boyfriend?? With great cunning and skill. With such a carefully laid plan that it would boggle your mind and fill up tons of useless blog space. But it worked.
I was IN.
So my senior year, I got to attend the Big Highschool Prom, as well as all the parties,and the football games etc.
This was the same year that I stood ( yes, STOOD) boldly in my own highschool class and announced during an argument, "Well, at least I have a LIFE! Not like THIS bunch of losers!!" Exact words. Not my proudest moment. But who could blame me? There I was trying my best to shine. My hair was perfectly coiffed in the Big Hair 80's, feathered style....and yes.....the the layers DID meet in the back.(ahhhhhh...) My eye make-up was perfectly applied in a rainbow of colors. I wore Forenza, Limited and Esprit. For crying out loud people......I OWNED a coveted Coca-cola shirt, mini-skirt,slouched white socks and Reeboks!!! I had CROP TOPS!!!
ANd here I was STUCK with a bunch of classmates in which the girls wore coulottes, and the boys "couldn't engage in mixed swimming." It was enough to drive a young fashonista to desperation.
Ohhhhhh.....I would shine! Damn them...I WOULD shine!(With withered carrot in hand, shaking fist at the dusk-sky) "As God as my witness, I will NEVER wear coulottes again!"
And I never have. (Even when they actually came in style, ever-so-briefly, recently).
So. I give you.........................This:
Here I am in all my senior 80's glory. Yes, yes....the hair actually meets PERFECTLY in the back. (I know you were wondering). The secret? Paul Mitchell Freeze and Shine....of course! My eyes were lined, my lashes were mascara'd long and my brows thick. I wore my hair like this EVERY day. It was my crown and glory.
There is more to tell about graduation night, but I'll save it for another time....dinner at the Country Club with the folks and some friends,............Janelle's date that night......... my cousin picking me up in her Porsche (ooooohhh I HAD arrived!!)...........my date that night. All good stuff.
Hmmmmmmm........I wonder if Glenn still has my picture? Who are we kidding?? Of course he does.
Congratulations Class of 2007!!!
G'night!
Melissa
9 comments:
Darn you, now you've made me want to blog about my senior year and dig out my picture. They were great times and we did have the best music during the 80's.
You are proof that men aren't the only ones that get better with age!! Oh, the memories!
Bridget- Somehow.....I expected more from you......something more about the school.......a memory? I dunno.......just more.....LOL
Anniesue- Who told you that men get better with age?
You did, in fact, embody the 80's. Yes, you could easily have been the poster child for that era.
The Coca-cola shirt--wow,I haven't thought about that in a while.You did not exist,socially, if you did not own the Coca-cola shirt.
And PM Freeze and Shine?? If one hair product could define a decade...I'd have to go with the PM Freeze and Shine. What WOULD we have done without it? Well, okay, that and mousse--you HAD to have mousse.
And I can attest to the fact that you have been steadfast in your vow to NEVER wear coulottes. Semper Fi, man (wiping a tear).
Wow, your 80's photos make it look like Arizona was THE ghetto of the 80's. We didn't have the Coca-Cola shirts, we got Guess? sweatshirts. Everyone had a lighter, whether they smoked or not, because, seriously, duh, that's how you put on eyeliner!
And Paul Mitchell? Nah, just Aqua Net for us. And a comb. A good comb was essential. I think Arizona's use of Aqua Net contributed heartily to the ban on CFC's, come to think of it. It probably has a lot to do with female hair loss in my generation, as well.
The coulottes? The swimming? Oh, you nailed the whole flavor so well. I literally L.M.B.O. I went to, *ahem*, several tiny Baptist schools. To this day, I hate coulottes with a passion. But I think I hate little red scarfs tied around white sailor-collared blouses even more... ANYway, spent a long time burying that. Better stop now before I need more counseling.
It's good, you know. God is good, and He sees us as we are, and loves us through it. I'm. So. Thankful.
Dy
ROFL Dy!
And HOW could I leave out Guess? I had the jeans. (sigh)
And -hey- at the Tiny Baptist School- how about girls wearing knee socks and tennis shoes with their skirts?
Yeah- I probably shouldn't dig down a whole lot further!
ROFL!!
I just told Geo last night, "Thank God I was too young for the 80's!" rofl
Not that the M.C. Hammer pants of the 90's were much better. ;-)
I remember 1987 too. Only, I was graduating from college. And not looking Anything like as stylish as you did, may I add! That hair! That eyeliner! You were a master!
Melman,
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