Here I am, holding back a giggle, probably embarrassed at my getup. This photo pretty much caught the entire costume (sans corsage) for the homecoming hoopla…pink polyester gown with silver sequined trim, pageant gloves, matching shoes and clutch bag…clutch bag, heh. Believe me, the next time those accessories saw daylight, it was on their way to Goodwill. The really girly things were, and have since been, totally lost on me.

Okay, here are Alan and me. Apparently there were two cameras in operation that night, hence the b&w and color. That hair. Wow. I remember my mother taking me to this beauty school on King Street in Alexandria, and for near-to-nothing the students practiced their skills on ya. Whoever did my hair was a real Houdini ’cause believe it or not, my hair was only a little below chin length. That evening everyone asked, “How’d they do that???” I may have answered with two words…Aqua Net. I’ll have to post a photo of my hair the next day…I couldn’t get it to lay flat for anything.

Poor Alan. I think I was the first in a line of high school gals who didn’t have real dates, i.e., boyfriends, and hit him up as an escort. But he always obliged. Lucky us.