Overrated perhaps, but they were most certainly a source of unintentional comedy and biannual joy. My cerebral holds no yearning, memories may be fond, pallets are painted plaid with a scent of too much cologne (by Mennen!). But my experience seems paled by comparison--this Jr. Varsity plaid outmatch by the all-too-pro shiny white shoes, purple cane and top hat, red Yankees hats. How could I compete with that? I was Alice, lost in Wonderland without my opium pipe and acid bombs.
Genuine and R. Kelly turned the dance floor into a 75 cent peep show. The haze seemed all too thick; lost in the rhythmic sea of pastel, florescent, and pheromone cocktails—intangible exits. I could not divert my stare; neither could any of you.
Pleased to enjoy: Homecoming and Prom—CHS style yo.
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"The haze seemed all too thick; lost in the rhythmic sea of pastel, florescent, and pheromone cocktails"
I think that "haze" was something else. I need to go get some Denny's just thinking about it.
Did you see She-Ra in the 2nd picture down? These folks are classy, I must say.
And in the picture #10, is the young boy in baby blue the retarded third wheel or is he a chaperone?
Personally I felt like white boy #12 deserved an award unintentional comedian of the year-on multiple levels.
From those sweet corn rows to the Jordan head band. And that stare; oooh that fantastic glare. As if he would strait drop me if I looked at his lady friend cross eyed.
Good to see that forward still lives on. You can't delete a classic.
As far as prom goes, Kevin can testify to the ghetto fabulousness (sorry Tay for the -ness) of it all. His virgin Utah eyes had never know such things truly existed. He is still not sure what happened, but he was there, and he saw it.
Typo correction: known.
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