Alternate alternate title: Calling John Hughes
My dear old friend Carrie, recently found on facebook, made my post for me today.
Mostly when you see photos from your past, they are photos that you took yourself or photos you have had in your possession for a while. So it's not particularly surprising.
This one, Carrie had. I hadn't seen myself this way in a long time. Eighteen years. In the corner outside the art room, eating lunch with my friends.
- pegged pants
- imitation Converse (they were actually Esprit; I got them at a deep-discount store called Gabriel's in West Virginia. I wonder if it is still there?)
- thrift-store plaid vest
- army-surplus backpack
- notebook containing manuscript of soap opera about Greek hotel magnates, written by me and two friends during our uber-boring World History class
- bad-attitude girlfriend
- skinny but cute guy friend trying to look hot
We grew up and got married.
There's a lot more in the middle, but can't you see this as a movie starring Molly Ringwald?