Give Me a Head of Hair, Part II

This is what I call a black mail photo - one of those dug out of the box in the back of the closet, the kind that you threaten your spouse/friend/kid with if they ever try to get something over on you.

However, since I look as goofy as everyone else, it doesn't have much leverage. I'm the smiling big-haired Bette Midler chick sitting on the piano bench next to Engelbert Humperdick some guy I was dating. On the floor in front of the incredibly loud pants Stan's legs is Mariah Carey my best friend from 3rd grade, Teri. She's holding hands with her boyfriend Eddie who is sitting in front of Mo from the Three Stooges Kenny and his girfriend whose name I can't remember.

We were all dressed up and ready to go dancing for New Year's Eve 1973

1983

1993, okay 1973. But I was only 12 years old then. Right Teri?

OKay, I'm done playing with Typepad's new strike through features. Thanks for sending me this blast from the past Teri.

And the guy with the shaggy hair on the bench next to me, well he's lying on the bed next to me right now. He's exchanged the plaid bell bottoms for blue sweats and Yankee t-shirt. His hair is pretty short and greying and he has glasses over those baby blue eyes. But he's still next to me a long, long time later.

When Julia goes to sleep at her friend's house this night, we may just find those disco records, pull out the bell bottoms, and get some boogey fever.

The loud crashes you all just heard were the sounds of my three kids simultaneously passing out at the image of this and my use of the word "boogey fever".