Dancing, yes indeed.

As Archer prepares for his first school dance it made me reminisce a bit about my high school dances. At least the first dance with a date and dinner and pictures.

My first dance was actually a MORP I think...I didn't have a good reputation going to dances....At least not after breaking up with this boy twice at dances, standing up another, and wrecking a little VW bug in a parking lot with my dad's Caprice (please don't ask my dad about me and dances...I think it may be one of his favorite subjects and I don't come off in a good light. haha). This was Sean. He was my first high school boyfriend. This was one of our first dates, my freshman year, his junior year. We dated for about a year and half (with a few breaks when I broke up with him AT dances).

Ok. Now to what you really wanna talk about. Lookey at that hair...peroxide is a girl's best friend as is a perm on an already curly headed girl; bunchy socks (oh ya!); layered shirt with a polo; and those shorts were my fave - pink/light blue/white plaid - loved 'em. I had a lovely tan a la baby oil (before I cared about things like skin cancer and decided sunscreen was the way to go).

And another dance picture with Sean (uh...I broke up with him at this tolo, sorry Sean that wasn't nice).
Can you believe I broke up with him when we were so color coordinated?

Once again noticed the scrunchy socks...what the heck?

Well there it is. A little trip down memory lane. I am excited for Archer because now he's forming his own memories...one day he may make a similar trip and I have to say being 20ish years removed the trip is much sweeter.