Party Time!

I loved this shirt. I think I still have it somewhere only thing is it's full of holes and has shrunk something awful. It was a tradition you see, I always wore it to a slumber party. In the words of John Denver, "we didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun."
I can't for the life of me remember why we enjoyed slumber parties - lip synching to Depeche Mode, dreaming of River Phoenix, bumper pool, and hour long games of Joust were our idea of a swinging Saturday night. Wanna know a secret? It still sounds like a blast to me.

Of course, the morning after was never pretty. Red eyed, exhausted from staying up all night and gabbing, we'd head home to sleep for the rest of the weekend. Dang we were cute once. That's Karen in front (aka Chuckie) and Melanie with the big grin. Of course, you recognize Jean with her rat - I mean dog - PomPom.


When not partying the night away, I might be found sporting this styling outfit.

See yourself? Someone you know? Let me know!