Prom 1977: All The Dancing Queens Got To Give It Up Before They Are Blinded By The Light On Those Southern Nights
Just breathe in the glamour (the scent of pot, Wrigley's spearmint gum, and horniness, coupled with Love's Deep Earthy Musk or Love's Musky Jasmine...or Yves Saint Laurent Opium, borrowed from Mom for this special night).
As much as these pictures make me cringe, I graduated in 1979, and they are quite familiar. Sad, isn't it?
We were awash in polyester, they're's no denying it. And our hair - well, damn, we thought we looked great! __ Barbara http://ifididnthaveasenseofhumor.blogspot.com
Wow. Just Wow.
ReplyDeleteaw, they look so innocent.
ReplyDeleteI thought that the best way to wrap up the weeklong tribute to Prom '77 was to let the photos and music speak for themselves.
ReplyDeleteAs much as these pictures make me cringe, I graduated in 1979, and they are quite familiar. Sad, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWe were awash in polyester, they're's no denying it. And our hair - well, damn, we thought we looked great!
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Barbara
http://ifididnthaveasenseofhumor.blogspot.com
We were fierce, gorgeous and brilliant!
ReplyDeleteAfter all, we grew up to be us, didn't we?