I'm heading back to Tassie on Friday for the weekend. Apart from squeezing in some time with my mum, dad, sisters and nieces I will be going to my high school's 20 year reunion. I am not sure if this is a wise move or not as I have been in a quandry for weeks about dieting and what to wear in an attempt to impress people that I literally have nothing to do with anymore.
I, of course, have done the sneaky facebook search on people to make sure they were fatter, less successful and had married balding men and ended up with ugly babies! Alas, no. Everyone looks suitably happy with normal looking families.
For your amusement, here's what I won't be wearing on Saturday night....
Yes, that is a red taffeta dress with a gigantic red bow on the arse, teamed with tasteful low heels. And a bubble fringe. It was 1991. And from memory we hired this lovely number from a bridal shop for $30.
And that's not my date. That's my dad.
This is my date. Andrew.... otherwise know as Bubs.
Please do not ask me why.
I looked so impressed with it.
A taffeta explosion! Oh girls, what were we thinking!
Looking at this picture I had a little flashback. Phillipa (the girl in white right at the end) lived across the road from our high school and we would go to her house for lunch and watch Dirty Dancing... a lot! I still know the entire script of that movie!
Oh, Patrick, how we loved you.
Did you go to your high school reunion? What on earth did you wear?